And that’s why I’ve decided to participate in NaPoWriMo (National Poem Writing Month), which I just learned about half an hour ago. The goal is to write a poem a day through April – today’s optional prompt asks people to start with a line from another poem.
So here’s my first attempt, a tanka (a Japanese poetry form something like a longer haiku – five lines, with a 5 – 7 – 5 – 7 – 7 pattern), starting with “Slowly, silently now the moon”.
Full Moon Viewing
now the moon floods all the sky
with her borrowed light –
stars shining with their own fire
drown, washed away, invisible.
This week, Ailsa asks us for photos that are strange and misleading and unsettling – images of smoke and mirrors.
What’s real in this photo?
We have a crowd of half-seen soldiers, with looming white ghostly shapes walking among them and some fainter but more colorful blurs.
Are some of these shapes figures of imagination or dream? Could we be seeing different years as they overlap? Where are we, when are we, and which group do we belong to?
If we pull back a little and take a longer view, we can see that these are pictures of the Korean War Memorial in Washington D.C. The uneasy, uncertain feeling doesn’t completely go away, though. Even when you’re actually there on a hot, bright summer day, you begin to wonder whether you, your twenty-first century self, might be a daydream or hallucination of this group of weary soldiers.