Pilgrimage

 
Writing prompt: Homophones

 
PILGRIMAGE

Right or wrong?
Wrong or write?
Write or left?
I can’t tell anymore
I keep on walking
under the burning son
My sole’s on fire

(Zol H, 2019)

 
Homophones are words that are pronounced the same but differ in meaning. For example: there, their and they’re, mail and male, right and write, sole and soul, dye and die, pair and pear.

Read also Henry Bladon’s Homophones, a grate story first published at 50-Words Stories.

 
Image by ThreeMilesPerHour from Pixabay

Summer Meadow

 
SUMMER MEADOW
By Tomas Tranströmer

There’s so much we must be witness to.
Reality wears us so thin
but here is summer at last:

a large airport — the controller brings
down planeload after planeload of frozen
people from outer space.

The grass and the flowers — here’s where we land.
The grass has a green supervisor
I report to him.

 
WordPress Daily Prompts: Thin

It tilted

 

The bicycle knelt forward
and prayed
because its front wheel
was gone.

(Pat Ingoldsby, from the poem “Fancy Flying All Over the Place,” published in “If You Don’t Tell Anybody I Won’t”)

 
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This is a typical example of Pat Ingoldsby’s word-pictures. Called Dublin’s own street poet, he writes poems that span from the slightly surreal to the rough reality of street life. I love his style.

 
WordPress Daily Prompt: Skewed

 

Thwarter vs. thwartee

I want to write a poem, but my imagination thwarts me. Or maybe it’s the other way around. Maybe my imagination is inspired by the late winter / early spring, with the yellow spring colors against the wintery white backdrop, and wants to express it but finds me unfocused. You cannot always tell the thwarter from the thwartee.

I think I’ll blame it on my imagination and just sit down with a cup of coffee and watch the hatching spring. Maybe look up the word “thwart” to double-check the meaning. Not the first time, WordPress, that I have to look up your suggested daily word. I try not to let it uh… thwart me.

 
WordPress Daily Prompt: Thwart

Tread softly on my dreams

When you are a penniless and lovesick poet with nothing but your dreams to offer your beloved, yank down the heaven and put it under her feet. Poets can do that. “Tread softly,” the poet says in this beautiful poem by William Butler Yeats.

 
HE WISHES FOR THE CLOTHS OF HEAVEN

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

(William Butler Yeats, 1899)

 
Anthony Hopkins recites this poem in 84 Charing Cross Road, a little gem of a film based on the letters between American author Helene Hanff and Frank Doel at the antiquarian bookshop Marks & Co, 84 Charing Cross Road, London. Over the course of 20 years, starting in 1949, they exchanged letters but never met. The film is on my list of 25 favorite movies about writing. Starring Anne Bancroft and Anthony Hopkins.

With spring coming up in 1950, Helene asked Frank to send her a book of love poems, small enough to stick in a slacks pocket and take to Central Park. “No Keats or Shelley, send me poets who can make love without slobbering,” she wrote. Mission accomplished with Yeats.

WordPress Daily Prompt: Fabric

Consider the birds

 
Birds don’t sow or reap, the Gospels tell us, but they are still fed. I think the city doves congregating on the piazza outside the cathedral are fine with that.

 
THE DOVES AT THE CATHEDRAL SQUARE

“Consider the birds of the sky: They don’t sow or reap or gather into barns, yet your heavenly Father feeds them.” (Matthew 6:26)

From the coffee bar
opposite the city’s Cathedral,
I watch the doves put on
their occasional flight show
in appreciation of the bird people who
turn bread into crumbs for them.

Then they take a well-earned rest
among the statues of the Apostles
on the upper facade of the church.
One is brushing its feathers
on St. John’s head
while another naps
on the shoulder of St. Peter.

I go home to my toiling
and sowing and reaping.

(Zol H, 2016)

 
WordPress Daily Prompt: Congregate

6 words: Linguistic proficiency

 

“Well conservant conversant with the English language.”

 
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One NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) prompt was to write a poem that contained at least five words in another language. I wrote this one, about linguistic blunders in a cross-cultural world. Been there, done that?

 
Day 1 in the U.S. of A

How do you take your coffee?
she asked, and I said
In a cup, s’il vous plaît,
a big one,
I’m so jet-legged.
Later we found out
that we both knew Pierre,
and I said Oh mon Dieu
and she said OMG
and Get outta here,
so I left.

(Zol H, 2013)

 
WordPress Daily Prompt: Conversant