We sail a boat beneath a sunny sky, or drift under the moon, a strange wild song of wind and wave, and light that asks us why we sail—from whence–our hearts long to belong. In lays of sorrow, then in joy, along a pulse, a strum, gull-winged into the blue of surf and clouds, joined by star-chirps, old song blue-shifted, ancient-voiced, spin-drifted true– the song of dreams, just glimpsed, but named, they sigh in flutter flashed bright–hope, a dragonfly.
I’ve combined two dVerse prompts for this poem:
from Tuesday’s dVerse, using these three Lewis Carroll titles: A boat beneath a sunny sky, A strange wild song, Lays of sorrow
Today’s dVerse challenge: “a 10 line stanza poem (more stanzas permitted of this length) 10 syllables per line rhyme scheme as per the Decuain or free verse if you’d prefer”
Oh, the whales! In the sea, breaching waves, free to be just a mom, or a calf, not baleen, or whale blubber— no more brigs, no more sails, not these ships, that they flee, not the past, but the now, the whale fishers. They’ll shoot her and scrub her, her meat sold, and her fat—but a plea
to see her there in the sea. I’m a mother. So is she.
For dVerse where Björn has asked us to write anapestic tetrameter. Well. . .this is an attempt. I had a second stanza, and I just scrapped it. I think the poem works better without it. This was definitely hard. This poem is also for Earth Day, which is today.
Several years ago, we visited our daughter and her wife who lived in Boston at the time, and we went on a whale tour, where we saw whale mothers and babies. Whales were a significant trade in New England and elsewhere in the nineteenth-century
The challenge for Day 19 of NaPoWriMo is to write an abecedarian poem. I’ve done two stanzas—a to e and then a to f. The full pink moon was humming fiercely this morning, but we’re supposed to get thunderstorms later today. It’s very cloudy right now, but the birds are singing!