Reconsidering and revising a poem can take you to a new place. Like many this year, I turned to nature for respite and got a new perspective. Here are two versions of the poem.
2020
Last spring, I wanted something trouble-free
and found it in coneflower seed packets,
buying into the midsummer promise of
self-sowing sun lovers now overrunning
the garden with nature’s lavender turns.
Seed heads bristle symmetry, measure upon
tight measure, Fibonnaci’s weathered tune—
luring goldfinches to August feasts.
coneflowers spirograph
a foot outside my door—
it is no mean trick,
nature’s lavender turn;
fear of irrational numbers
bow to seed-head symmetry,
measure upon tight measure,
Fibonacci’s weathered tune.
Where have you found a fresh point of view? Please share!
Where have you found a fresh point of view? What an interesting question! Let me think. Hmm. I think eVeRyWhEre! I just wrote a story from a prompt (Crescent Moon). It was my fourth attempt. The others were just dry-biscuit ideas from inside my head, but the one that stuck came from looking at something whilst walking past it and just letting the ideas spark themselves into a life of their own. The first method was an attempt to force something out whereas the method that worked involved, as you (kinda) said, working with something that already existed and making it into something new.
Anyhoo – I like both versions of your pome, but the second is the oak-matured whisky.
Are you having a lovely day? 🙂
Robert
Thanks so much for stopping by, Robert. I think you’re right. When ideas come organically, they find life in words.
Succinctly put. Ta.
Yay! Echinacea! We’ve got some of those in our yard! Pretty and enduring, ahhhh. Like your poetry!
I love these flowers, too. Looks like things are going well with your books!