Margo Roby- Wordgathering- June 19, 2012- Tuesday Tryouts- Summer Style
Healing by Teri H Hoover June 19, 2012
Through dirty open windows,
Freedom moves the stagnant air.
Moving beyond escape.
This is the season of possibility.
When the color green bandages all things broken
and the heart breaks into silent song.
Through aging screens, that squeak and shutter,
light unrestrained, streams unhindered.
The pollen of life settles into glass jars
collected and labeled, on dark pantry shelves.
When the sun glows warm like simmering peaches,
cooking down into a salve of forgetting.
There in the still of evening dusk
the cigarette blends with the campfire,
while the night air erases all blame.
Wings fold in with purpose .
About the prompt....
Margo asked us to write a list of everything we could think of associaaated with summer- AND then said to not use them in a poem about summer...
Here are my words:
open windows... (yup I broke the rules)
old red lawn mower
quiet streets at 7AM
bubbling black top
lawn chairs - the mark they left on your legs
grandmas back porch
sheets on the line
walking on fence rails
summer blending into fall
The season. Of ....possibility escape... liberation... life And in the garden street rows of corn with ears that never heard of
thunder. but succumbed a to the heat my mother's kitchen. Those ears
we're not the only thing to.succumb.Season when life comes into the winter....windows. and collects on pantry shelves and the color green bandages all things.