I’m in under the wire this month, with a draft of a tritina.
My goal was to write around our theme of the year (conversation) and, in particular, conversation with the planet, which we seem to be forgetting how to do at the moment.
But here’s why it’s a draft. I wanted all three repeating words to be homographs that I could use in different ways as different parts of speech. Land and sound — check. Listen — not so much. I’d like to try this with a different third word. Also, it’s such a heavy lift to make a tritina read naturally and this isn’t there yet.
But it’s mid-morning on Poetry Friday so here goes. Thanks for reading.
We Are
Liz Garton Scanlon
untethered birds, frantic and spinning, looking to land
in the tender cups of trees, to roost safe and sound.
But there’s noise and fire everywhere now: listen.
We are broken rivers, craning our necks to listen
for the distant sea, dragging ourselves over land,
too drained to rush headlong, to babble, to sound
out the way. We are forests and calved ice, the sound
of bats and bees. Why not lean into the wind and listen
to the whole wild song of us as we lift and as we land.
Watch that your boots land soundlessly. Shh. Listen.
You can read my pals’ poems here:
Tanita
Tricia
Mary Lee
Sara
Laura
And the wonderful Amy at The Poem Farm is hosting Poetry Friday today.
That’s all for now. Take care, friends.
