A note: The prompt is to do visual poetry such as in a shape or some sort of form. I had this before as a prompt in the Writing 201 Poetry course and I hate it! If there was a way I could do it on here perhaps I wouldn’t hate it as much. But there isn’t a way so and I don’t have time to color you a poem today on paper and take a picture. So the way I am going to be visual is with my words.
“At this Moment”
The blowing of the tall green grass gasping and growing in the air as it glows in the sunshine apt for yellow rays of bright burning rays and crystal white puffs of clouds trailing beyond the horizon and floating in blueness and newness of the cool breathtaking magnetic sky.
I am waiting in my living room dark red furniture with lines of yellow and brown cushions with a lighter brown, reddish brown, orangey red, and maroon brown; sitting on the couch it’s cushy and am writing.
The computer hums softly with the electronic stillness of air going through technology in a soft silent and repeating noise.
I am waiting for the guise of flowers now dying in sick green water, white perfect roses withered and bright almost neon green leaves dying; all that’s living is the proud white lily as she sticks her triumphant petals in the air and inner orange brightness shines as the sun.
She stinks but not one would kill her for her smell she is only one and a vision in the lines and pale pastel brown paint that covers this house.
And I zoom back out to the sunshine knowing I’ll be travelling in it and I am warmed by the air that blows my bright blond head back in anticipation, that automation of the trees and their leaves as they are all pine and the coniferous trees have yet to burst into bloom.
I sit and I wonder of the clouds and the cars moving slowly past the this deserted street and I am in awe of a beautiful day.