Lady in white
Today on my walk I pass a trim little old lady all in summer white, though the wind is sharp and at night frost still nips the rooftops. As she strides by our eyes meet, we exchange a momentary smile, and I think how she is probably a literary sort–a stream of consciousness novelist perhaps or a poet on her way to read with her friends. Or maybe she is hurrying to the library to pick up Patrick Lane or Anne Michaels newly reserved for her. I imagine the poems that are her regular fare–all energetic verbs and crisp nouns with not a fatty article or carb-laden adverb in sight. She seems the sort that lives on sinew and muscle, energy and light with just enough fiber to keep her from flying away.
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Prompt – Inspiration
A poetry group with whom I used to meet set ourselves the challenge of writing a prose poem. This was my attempt, written in April 2011.
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This April I’m celebrating National Poetry Month by posting some not-as-yet published poems from my files, along with what inspired them. If the prompt inspires you to write a poem of your own, you’re welcome to share it in comments. Whether you write or not, thanks so much for dropping by!
Violet Nesdoly 