One magical summer,
the grasses bend sideways
in a strong wind,
transforming field into ocean.
The green waves swallow
the poet completely.
She lays on her back,
seeing tales in the too bright sky:
dragons rise on shimmering clouds,
birds chant, tee wee, tee wee.
Stay with me, stay with me.
A dragonfly is lost, seeking its mate.
A legion of cicadas call, call, call.
The heart of the poet expands,
understanding all stories are a search,
a journey toward something missing,
and her heart splits. One half
the other half holds onto hope.
Copyright 2017 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Taking a break from winter today. Happy Poetry Friday! Thanks to Karen Edmisten for hosting. Anyone going to the SCBWI-NE conference in April? I’m trying to decide whether or not to go. I hate leaving my kids.
This poem was inspired by Laura Shovan’s month-long daily poetry challenge, #10FoundWords. It was written on February 22, 2017 (Day 22) using these great words, together with their source: