Friday, June 27, 2014

Thinking on quiet things


Photo © 2013 Stephanie Parsley, taken as my family returned
from what was likely a not-so-quiet fishing expedition
 

This week's stretch at The Miss Rumphius Effect is all about quiet, something I treasure. The poem below started as a list poem from my writing time yesterday with a friend, using a prompt from The Practice of Poetry: Writing Exercises from Poets Who Teach.

What You Will Need

A body of water
A day not too hot
A pole not too heavy
A light, long string

A worm and a hook
The stomach to pierce a small, squirming thing
A boat
Or a quiet spot

A pleasant companion
Or none
Attention to pay
Patience for waiting
          and waiting

Eyes to see the bobber bob or the water move
Hands for tugging and reeling a catch
A mouth to exclaim
Or breath for a sigh

The will to take startled creature in hand
The skill for dislodging sharp things
The hunger to hold the club and the knife
Or the heart to give it all back

A body of water
A pole and a string
A pleasant companion
Or none

The words to tell and tell the tale
Or the memory to keep,
          alone

© 2014 Stephanie Parsley

Thursday, May 15, 2014

Beach Haiku

Photo © Andreas Fozzman, Flickr Creative Commons
How to Find a Shark's Tooth Fossil

Sift sand, search shore, ‘til
Wave withdraws, revealing a
Miniscule jewel



© 2013 Stephanie Parsley

Friday, May 2, 2014

Night Sketch 1


Photo © 2014 Stephanie Parsley

At the foot of my bed lies the sleeping cat, neither curled nor stretched, just gently curved, head resting on paws.

On the floor beside me lies the sleeping, sighing, elderly dog, paws twitching, twitching, breaths short, then longer, pausing, then starting again. To my left lies my sleeping husband, chest already steadily rising and falling after the week of commuting and work. Across the hall sleeps my sweaty daughter, hair smelling of dust, tired from the day of play, tantrums, and talking (so much talking), clutching her stuffed Minnie Mouse beneath her still, little arm. 

The cat at my feet, on the white quilt with colorful squaresshe is as sweet in her sleep as if she were my own child, sleeping.

My teenager down the hall, stretched on the couch with her homework and crackers and baby carrots scatteredshe has left sweetness behind for a time, embodying beauty, occasional grace, frequent slovenliness, and annoyance too, at me.

But oh, the cat, how precious she is, her paws clasped before her, eyes closed, as in prayer, sleeping.



© 2014 Stephanie Parsley

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

No Fool-y

Photo © 2010 Stephanie Parsley

Spring (Truly)

Hatchlings peep newly.
Sky stretches bluely.
Trees waken throughly.
Grass glistens dew’ly.
Days warm Woohoo!-ly.


© 2014 Stephanie Parsley





"Just the Right Word" poetry stretch from The Miss Rumphius Effect (using adverbs instead of adjectives)

Friday, March 28, 2014

Traffic



Photo © 2009 Stephanie Parsley

Crossing

The boy
darted out, froze
on a lane line, arms hard
against his chest. A car stopped at
his shoe.

Trying
on smallness, he
hugged himself, but it did
not fit, there in the road, in rush
hour.

One arm
bore a green cast
from elbow to wrist. Our
eyes connected as he waited,
ran past.

Boy, I
should have told you,
should have rolled down my window, called,
Watch out, son, your life matters to
someone,

to me.


© 2013 Stephanie Parsley

A real boy inspired this poem, and I couldn't stop with one cinquain about him, maybe because I very nearly ran over him on my way home from work.I think it was Halloween. It was turning cool out, and the boy had on short sleeves. 

Thanks once again to The Miss Rumphius Effect for the poetry stretch. This one, from November (written then but just now revised), was to write a cinquain -- with a total of 22 syllables distributed over the five lines: 2 for the first line, then 4, 6, 8, then 2. 

I was glad to re-remember this boy. I hope he's loved.