rhythm & design
My mind rests on rhythms and what a day means
and how a volcano in Iceland can disrupt the normal.
Meanwhile, at the window the cat whines like a puppy
as he regards the fantail's firty skirt. A bumblebee mouths
the sill. A kereru whop-whops above where I sit
on the garden-seat swinging and thinking of rhythms.
Soon, the smell of cedar among the firewood
will signal the beginning of the day ending,
the sizzle of what's in the pan for dinner semi-drowning
the voice of the television newsreader with news
perhaps of some solo rower crossing an ocean
in order to repeat what his father did some years ago
but in the opposite direction, which in a way is what
we all do every day of our lives, by chance or by design.
Kay McKenzie Cooke
3 comments:
Kay,
For sure we are all about rhythms, whether we like it or not. Every now and then a little bump like a volcano in Iceland spitting up disrupts the moment's flow, but then that burp is also rhythmic, Yes?
I think there's a poem in there....I think I'll go work on it for magpie tales today.
Thanks for the idea. ;)
rel
I like the surprise of the last two lines, keep going! I'm not having a go at NaPoWriMo this year, for obvious reasons, but it's great to read other's work :)
Rel - Thanks for the positive response and I'm chuffed that you are inspired to write. :)
BArbara - You don't need NaPoWriMo - you are a powerhouse all on your little ownsome!
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