Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt may not seem like the impetus for the poem that follows, but it was. Here’s the prompt: “write a poem that poses a series of questions. The questions could be a mix of the serious (“What is the meaning of life?”) and humorous (“What’s the deal with cats knocking things off tables?”), the interruptive (“Could you repeat that?”) and the conversational (“Are those peanuts? Can I have some?”). You can choose to answer them – or just let the questions keep building up, creating a poem that asks the reader to come up with their own answer(s).”
I began to think about the birds I talk to in the yard, as I garden. Particularly the verrrry chatty wrens. Mockingbirds also like to visit, but the wrens carry on a conversation! I meant to ask them questions, but this is what wrote itself instead:
Conversation with a wren ~
🎼🎼🎼🎼🎼
Hello to you too.
🎵🎵🎵
It is a nice day, yes ~
the sun spring yellow
and the sky bright blue.
🎶🎶🎶
I didn’t get that: ?
💬 💬 💬
Ah…wings & suet & sun
Yep. Pretty amazing
I agree.
🎼🎼🎼🎼🎼
🎶🎶🎶
Do I wish I was a bird?
Sometimes.
And I’m glad you like
the suet block & seeds.
🎵🎵🎵
You’re very welcome.
It seems so little…
💬 💬 💬
No, really ~
I love to hear your voice.
🎼🎼🎼🎼🎼
🎵🎵🎵
🎶🎶🎶
You too.
And thanks for the visit ~
Tea and Breath 