Warmer and warmer days here. Yesterday we put in a few extra hours cleaning the corral as a winter’s worth of snow-buried manure emerges, despite our best efforts to rake it up throughout the winter. Today, the footing was all packed ice and punchy snow, so the horses get extended holiday.
Today, in class, we discussed William Carlos Williams and the phrase “no ideas but in things.” So what ideas are the things around you revealing or concealing? For me the emerging manure is compost-to-be, then tomatoes or lettuce or yellow crookneck squash–and then a delicious meal.
So write about a thing that you suddenly notice, now that it’s spring. Don’t think about it too much; just write about the object. Then read it and see what else has attached itself to it.
Post your poem as a comment and I’ll post it here.
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