Friday, April 15, 2016

A Tree, Cackling


Chris's Flowers
photo by Christine Lowther


Wild Woman is feeling Zen-like and 
inscrutable
this morning.

She asks the empty air :
have you ever heard
a tree
cackle?

What is the sound
of one pencil,
tapping?

What happens on the middle day
of poetry month
when all the poets
start looking wild-eyed
and defeated?

Wild Woman says, wisely :
Breathe.
If you keep tapping,
words will come.


Day 15: Wild Woman is getting a little antsy because it is the middle of the month and the muse hasn't kicked into gear. Yikes. Then I visited Magaly's blog, where her witchy words and beautiful art were like drinking a cool cup of refreshment. We continue on.

9 comments:

  1. A nice promise! Thanks Sherry....

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  2. Well, Sherry, my muse is working overtime, here. Average 2 poems/day, so far, this April, which worries me, as one of my warning signs for depression crash, when the words disappear and leave me, barren.

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  3. Nice - inspiration does wan at times. Thanks for this one!

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  4. Yes, if you keep tapping words will come. I always find that if I sit down to write and WAIT words will come.

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  5. I sure have heard a tree cackle, like a chicken, and a pen(cil) tapping, endlessly. Only the words have not come. Yet.
    This is a gorgeous poem, Sherry.

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  6. Magaly does wonders with her words! But for one's own it just takes some moments of wonderment looking into the sky to make it work. Rightly so Sherry!

    Hank

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  7. I heard a Woodpecker tapping this morning and this poem takes me there~ Yes, breathe-

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  8. 'If you keep tapping, words will come' I like that thought a lot :)

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  9. 'If you keep tapping, words will come' I like that thought a lot :)

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