3 thoughts on “Write Your Own (A Poem & A Picture)”
Don’t know if we’re supposed to post our poem here, but I will. Love this picture!
Home
Late afternoon in the valley, the trees
wear halos. Then twilight steals the sun,
kitchen lights blink on like stars,
and coming home is a sigh
and the smile of someone waiting.
Your day is told in half sentences
and nods and questions answered —
nothing new, but new enough to tell again.
After supper, after gin rummy and pages
turning and the rhythmic click of a sweater
growing row by row, bed greets you
like a childhood friend and sleep
keeps company with the blue black sky
and the owl’s whispered flight.
I hadn’t thought about it but I appreciate your responding to the prompt here Sarah. I love your take on the picture too. I feel like I could walk right into the photograph with your words. Thanks!
The Real Janna Hill 
Don’t know if we’re supposed to post our poem here, but I will. Love this picture!
Home
Late afternoon in the valley, the trees
wear halos. Then twilight steals the sun,
kitchen lights blink on like stars,
and coming home is a sigh
and the smile of someone waiting.
Your day is told in half sentences
and nods and questions answered —
nothing new, but new enough to tell again.
After supper, after gin rummy and pages
turning and the rhythmic click of a sweater
growing row by row, bed greets you
like a childhood friend and sleep
keeps company with the blue black sky
and the owl’s whispered flight.
-Sarah Russell
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I hadn’t thought about it but I appreciate your responding to the prompt here Sarah. I love your take on the picture too. I feel like I could walk right into the photograph with your words. Thanks!
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