Backyard Discoveries

#NaPoWriMo

Day 25

Hello reader, just a side note here, I’ll be putting these poems on my podcast in May and discussing my journey. The podcast is KDOI Podcasting click on the link, there are 3 seasons worth of art, discussion, interviews projects and more.

And now for today’s prompt (optional, as always). Taking a cue from our video resource for the day, and from Keat’s poem, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that:

    • Is specific to a season
    • Uses imagery that relates to all five senses (sight, sound, taste, touch, and smell)
  • Includes a rhetorical question, (like Keats’ “where are the songs of spring?”)

Backyard Discoveries

25 April 2019

As I stride outside in my boots

coming across the remnants of two seasons ago

the pile that never got raked away

the one time covering of the girls

throwing crunching leaves upon them

as they giggle and hid

Now they are liked milk softened Saturday morning breakfast cereal

no color, no vibrancy, no promise of merry holidays

Still suffering from a nasal infection

my nose is encrusted with dried blood and snot

the only aroma that can penetrate

and pollen does not register on my olfactory receptors

merely irritation on a yearly basis

The ground is fully saturated

rains have been relentless

and the sky will not yield any sunshine

I tilt my head back in hopes of catching a gliimpse of blue

instead the metallic mist that covers everything seeps into my mouth

and encases my tongue with a moist film

The brook out back is flowing stronger every day

drowning out the frogs that usually hold court

belting out their crooning for their females in hope of making tadpoles

Just the white noise of the rushing water

and the dreaded waiting of the floods that must surely come

the tinnitus that permeates my ears into my skull has been challenged

With my glove off the air seems warmer, warm enough not to provide frostbite

but just less than tepid

there is no warmth to look forward to

just this continued purgatory where nature has yet to decide

new torture to inflict upon us

Do we put away our shovels, salt and snow blowers?

When can we tell out children that multiple layers are not required

Shaving the beard today, will my bare skin be punished

When do we start the mower that brings on the two hours of sweat and grime and grass clippings

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