I love that it’s almost over, and I’ll miss it. I suppose it’s a bit like hiking the Grand Canyon:
write a poem based on things you remember. Try to focus on specific details, and don’t worry about whether the memories are of important events, or are connected to each other. You could start by adopting Brainard’s uniform habit of starting every line with “I remember,” and then you could either cut out all the instances of “I remember,”
I remember a cube of black dirt left in the corner
I remember Christmas just behind me and January bleak
I remember six weeks of waiting before pleasure’s hint.
I remember disappointment after rolling back a peek.
I remember sinus recoil from musty waves rejoinder.
I remember the hope’s tiny pearl delivered.
I remember yesterday’s forest floor taste.
Tomorrow promises more.
And here are the photos that inspired my poem
See more photos at Pierced Wondering. Oh my, such great photos over there. I wonder if anyone is writing poetry.