I love the possibilities presented by this poem by Billy Collins:
You can use the brush of a Japanese monk
or a pencil stub from a race track.
As long as you draw the line a third
the way up from the bottom of the page,
the effect is the same: the world suddenly
divided into its elemental realms.
A moment ago there was only a piece of paper.
Now there is earth and sky, sky and sea.
You were sitting alone in a small room.
Now you are walking in the heat of a vast desert
or standing on the ledge of a winter beach
watching the light on the water, light in the air.
From The Art of Drowning.
Do me a favor--get a blank piece of paper and draw a line a third the way up from the bottom of the page. Imagine it's a horizon and write a poem!
It's Raining Worms! Hallelujah!I'd love to see your poem or a link shared in the comments!
After a spring shower
on the horizon, the
ant looks up and wonders,
for just a moment,
about the sky above.
© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.
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