Blog All About It: BEGINNING - POETRY EDITION

This month the prompt is "BEGINNING". I went back and forth on what I should do. I had ideas but everything fell through. SOOOO I will do the easy idea....poems about BEGINNINGS. Hehe. 

Beginning

BY JAMES WRIGHT

The moon drops one or two feathers into the field.   

The dark wheat listens.

Be still.

Now.

There they are, the moon's young, trying

Their wings.

Between trees, a slender woman lifts up the lovely shadow

Of her face, and now she steps into the air, now she is gone

Wholly, into the air.

I stand alone by an elder tree, I do not dare breathe

Or move.

I listen.

The wheat leans back toward its own darkness,

And I lean toward mine.

IN THE BEGINNING

By David Malouf

The table’s there in the kitchen, where I kneel 

on a high chair, tongue at air, trawling a slate 

with pot-hooks; on the track of words; on the track of this word, 

table. Is there instant, wobbly wooden, 

four-square in it solid self, and does not need 

my presence to underwrite its own or scrawl, 

thick tongue, thick hand, a puddle slate and knock it 

up out of blue nowhere. Where are they, table, 

slate, slate-pencil, kitchen, and that solid 

intent child on one knee reaching for sawn 

planks back there? Breathless today, or almost, 

I wrestle uphill to where, in a forest gap 

of table size, it stands, four legged, dumb, 

still waiting. An unbreathed word among the chirrup 

and chafe, it taps a foreleg. Table, I mutter. 

With tool-marks fresh as tongue-licks, already criss-crossed 

with scars I feel my own where hard use makes them, 

it moves as that child’s hand moves about muddy water.

BEGINNINGS

By Ruth Vanita

Coming so late, you made all early

Again — all was yet to do, nothing

To say — we had said everything

Before we met, some other place.

Each meeting confirmation, each

Greeting grace. Beatitude so easy

Could not but alarm. Drawn to a 

Reflection irresistibly, we

Stopped, fearing to drown.