weltschmerz (20160623)

taking a walk
through the industrial district
near work
is just like
being in paradise

you have the real breeze but
it can’t compare
to the warm wind whipped up
by the giant delivery trucks
and rumbling passenger-less trains

or the sweet scent
of diesel and gas
borne gently
on that wind
like a lily’s fragrance

the ground shakes
with traffic
as if the earth is new
and making itself
ex nihilo, ad infinitum

Poem 20150422

The prompt today is all natural from @NaPoWriMo:

And now for (as always, optional) prompt! Today is Earth Day, so I would like to challenge you to write a “pastoral” poem. Traditionally, pastoral poems involved various shepherdesses and shepherds talking about love and fields, but yours can really just be a poem that engages with nature. One great way of going about this is simply to take a look outside your window, or take a walk around a local park. What’s happening in the yard and the trees? What’s blooming and what’s taking flight?

—–
the feeders in the yard
awash in browns, yellows,
reds, dusty oranges,
gemstone flashes of emerald ruby

lesser finches, american goldfinches
purple finches, house finches
–so many finches
sparrows, dark-eyed juncos, phoebes
the hummingbirds with their high twittering
and constant jousting
an occasional cooing dove
who usually has the sense not
to perch on the feeder

and today a squirrel
tawny and crafty
trying to figure a path to the food

it’s a pleasant thing to look out
and see them from the couch

the glass keeps them there
approach the door and they scatter
so i try not to move
and i wonder
what they talk about
as they dig their beaks into
the food mysteriously provided for them