My poem: apricity

[stonepicnicking_okapi]

apricity by okapi

Crunching snow under cracked-sole boots,
I go. Pink sleeping child and silver birthday
balloons cross my path. Cold air

burns the good burn. Desiccated browns
slice through the flat white and dull grey
like split ends turned upwards for inspection

or pruning. Ribbons of tracks overlap
and intersect in imprecise and
improbable journeys. ‘But the woodducks

have nowhere to go!’ The puppy in red cable wool
is also amused. Or confused.
Fat geese parade, bumptiously unstuck.

The frozen lake is beautiful in winter.
Plump feather balls alternately pose
and shun the camera’s eye.

But I am thinking of tiny pink coats and
shiny balloons and how, were I homeless,
I could live in that unnaturally warm restroom.

Comments

[debriswoman]

Lovely images…interesting runs of sentences between stanzas too…as though thinking out loud.

[stonepicnicking_okapi]

Thank you! For these first ones (at least) I am trying techniques from the sample poems, that is why there is so much enjambment. The prompt was 'traveling' and we were supposed to make a journey so I went to the
little lake (the park where I run) and saw a lot of interesting things (mostly different kinds of birds and deer tracks and parts of the lake were frozen and parts were not. But I kept thinking about mundane things other than Nature (which I think is part of the point?).

[greetingsfrommaars]

reading along did feel like going on a mental journey of a sort. I'm not sure how to describe it, but I liked the feeling of arriving at the last few lines.

[stonepicnicking_okapi]

Great! Thank you for reading it!