In preparation for a poetry class, I have been outside observing what is within 100 yards of my doorway. It is amazing what one will see with focused attention. On my walk yesterday, I examined the paved walkway. I felt as if I were walking on a map of geographical features, such as deltas, craters, hummocks, and so much more. I look forward to more discoveries over the next few weeks. In the end, I wrote a series of haiku poems to record my observations.
A crinkled, brown leaf
crossed, startling me
out of reverie.
It beckoned me to
notice what lies underneath
my feet - paved wonders.
Cracks in the sidewalk
from the shifting earth below
wove webs of features.
Water and sun's heat
made deltas, hummocks, and
hollows, a paved map.
Poetry has a sort of lastingness (I know that's not a word, but I can't find one) - it stays with us and there is so much more conveyed with few words. My favourite lines in your poem contain this lasting quality and I keep thinking about the "hummocks and hollows":
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made deltas, hummocks, and
hollows, a paved map.
Beautiful words.
Gorgeous poems that showcase the natural world!
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