Oct. 3 Exit Slip -- Poetry in the Garden

Here are a few of the poems I wrote yesterday in the garden. The first is a Hemachandra poem that follows the pattern 8-5-3-2-1-1-2-3-5-8 in syllables. 

you are everywhere all at once

the first glimpse of sun 

on my cheeks 

morning 

breeze 

peace

willows 

dragonflies 

leaves quieting me 

you are everywhere all at once

I then did a list poem of sorts:

I am from... 

    mountain tops and river valleys 

    broken branches and fallen leaves from a family tree 

    the open highway and the dead-end road 

    the remainder of long division 

    hugging the yellow line on the wrong side of the road 

    a packed suitcase waiting by the door

    filled pages that appear blank

    restlessness and idle minds 

    cautionary tales