Flutter, original poetry
This is actually an English assignment; we were supposed to take certain elements from Elizabeth Bishop's poetry and make it into our own poem.
Title: Flutter
Author: kawaiimae
Comments: This is an order not a heading
It is a warm fall day with the leaves at their brightest
and I sit in the foyer near the door.
The lights play tag with each other with the wall as a safety point.
I sit on the edge of the bay window, warm green tea in hand,
watching the people pass by.
They pass by in small numbers-one or two at a time,
with long stretches of emptiness in between.
It’s pretty obvious this is one of those quiet neighborhoods
where some people come on Thanksgiving or Christmas
to see their grandparents, to act like a family-but not come every day.
Those are the sort that do not appreciate the beauty of here.
But some people go out-walk amongst the falling leaves;
couples hand in hand whispering sweet nothings to each other,
hardworking children raking up piles of leaves.
Everything is quiet, so so quiet.
The absence of sound is switched rather cleverly by the bright, bright colors.
(Those must be very smart trees, to know better than to overtake our senses.)
The orange and yellow and red all flutter
leisurely towards the ground
bringing out the sky’s bright, bright blue
and the clouds in their pure, virginal whiteness.
I open the door and enter this world.
It is breezier than I first thought-
the leaves are swirling about, caught up in the spirals of wind.
And they have fallen everywhere, absolutely everywhere.
Across the street there is a house
whose lawn and driveway are covered entirely in yellow and orange.
There is no green of the grass, no gray of the concrete-
it is the purest, most delicate, most intricate carpet I have ever seen.
A particularly strong breeze passes, and a family of leaves,
like a school of fish, spiral downwards.
On the lawn, I find myself twirling in circles
emulating them as they fall about me
surround me, like a lover’s embrace, in light and all things shining.
Title: Flutter
Author: kawaiimae
Comments: This is an order not a heading
It is a warm fall day with the leaves at their brightest
and I sit in the foyer near the door.
The lights play tag with each other with the wall as a safety point.
I sit on the edge of the bay window, warm green tea in hand,
watching the people pass by.
They pass by in small numbers-one or two at a time,
with long stretches of emptiness in between.
It’s pretty obvious this is one of those quiet neighborhoods
where some people come on Thanksgiving or Christmas
to see their grandparents, to act like a family-but not come every day.
Those are the sort that do not appreciate the beauty of here.
But some people go out-walk amongst the falling leaves;
couples hand in hand whispering sweet nothings to each other,
hardworking children raking up piles of leaves.
Everything is quiet, so so quiet.
The absence of sound is switched rather cleverly by the bright, bright colors.
(Those must be very smart trees, to know better than to overtake our senses.)
The orange and yellow and red all flutter
leisurely towards the ground
bringing out the sky’s bright, bright blue
and the clouds in their pure, virginal whiteness.
I open the door and enter this world.
It is breezier than I first thought-
the leaves are swirling about, caught up in the spirals of wind.
And they have fallen everywhere, absolutely everywhere.
Across the street there is a house
whose lawn and driveway are covered entirely in yellow and orange.
There is no green of the grass, no gray of the concrete-
it is the purest, most delicate, most intricate carpet I have ever seen.
A particularly strong breeze passes, and a family of leaves,
like a school of fish, spiral downwards.
On the lawn, I find myself twirling in circles
emulating them as they fall about me
surround me, like a lover’s embrace, in light and all things shining.