Friday, September 09, 2016
Poetry Friday -- The Fifties
Trees feel the fifties
in their tip-top leaves --
ever so slightly not as green.
Bees feel the fifties
in their crystal wings --
Runners feel the fifties
in groups of twos and threes --
comfortable in shirt-sleeves, breathing easily.
I feel the fifties
slightly differently --
cycling along...they're in my knees!
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016
This is a poem I "jotted" in my digital writer's notebook (aka my phone) last Saturday morning. As I cycled along, enjoying the crisp (temporary) 55 degree weather, bits of a poem began coming to mind. I stopped a couple of times to capture key phrases in voice memos. When I got home, I wrote out a draft in my paper-pencil writer's notebook and worked on it throughout the weekend. The verse about the crickets chirping with greater urgency didn't make the cut.
The poem is true and untrue in a couple of ways -- I felt the fifties in my knees because they got cold in the first few blocks, but (thankfully) I don't feel the fifties (years) in my knees (knock wood and I'm not even going to say yet) while I'm cycling!
Happy Poetry Friday! Amy has the roundup this week at The Poem Farm.