Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt, if I got it right, is to write a reverse answer to an unfamiliar poem, or to find seeds in one to sow in a poem of our own…AND…(Are you seated? Ready? OK!) it featured my poem from yesterday, Carrying the Ashes. So very grateful for the shout out. Hard to stop flitting around and write after that surprise honor! No pressure, right?
My poem today comes from Rilke’s Book of Hours, Love Poems to God:
Their exit has no grace or mystery.
It’s a little death, hanging dry and measly
like a fruit inside them that never ripened.
on the line
pinned down stiff
for all to see
wants to take it in
how many storms
must be weathered
the pins pop
by Elizabeth Boquet, April 2018