Get your favorite steep (or brew) and join us in writing a quick poem based on this excerpt from “A Secret of Life” by Claire Coenen—from our recent poem delivery at Every Day Poems.
…
I find starry
bouquets
of color—
crimson,
apricot,
and yellow
at the threshold…
Your Pour
In Claire Coenen’s poem, she finds bouquets of color at a threshold. Perhaps you are facing a threshold today? Take a moment to write a poem using “at the threshold” as either an opening, middle, or closing line in your poem. What do you find at the threshold? Show us in full color in your poem. Then add to the comment box below (with a touch of cream and sugar) so other poetry club members can enjoy.
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Bethany R. says
anticipation
of my alarm’s music
(sepia-toned string serenade) pulls me
across the threshold
from my nap-world into
my bedroom’s cream light
filtered through sheers, cutting up
shadows
I close my eyes again, chasing thoughts
running away like squirrels
barely catch the movement of a last one
scampering across a moss-green branch
hesitating
then gone
L.L. Barkat says
I especially love the echo playing between “sheers” and “cutting up.” Also, the poem’s threshold structure, with the center narrowing as a kind of pivot and then the tiny line at the end feeling like something slipped over the threshold.
I’m also thinking about how dreams are their own kind of threshold, or can be. 🙂
Thanks for sharing, Bethany.
Bethany says
Thanks for the close reading and sharing your reaction, L.L. Dreams both get us out of the house, and sometimes further in. Curious traveling.