One Way to Write a Poem
A poem for the faint of heart
The professor
asked us to feel the bottom of our feet
on the ground.
Shoes between
the bareness of skin,
and the wooden floor of the hall we sat in,
three sides of a rectangle
at plastic folding tables.
A sudden memory of another exercise surfaced,
in which you imagine your feet,
soul going down through,
connecting to the center of the earth,
drawing yourself into it, rooted.
And I laughed,
because the last time I thought about that exercise,
I was sitting inside a plane,
seat belt securely fastened,
trying to relax,
while a lengthy stretch of turbulence shook us.
My first thought was,
I’d better not try that now,
I’ll do it when we land.
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This poem is the result of a writing workshop I attended in June. It can also be found on Medium on my page, and in The Lark Publication.
Hope you enjoyed it! Natalie
About the Creator
Natalie Wilkinson
Writing. Woven and Printed Textile Design. Architectural Drafting. Learning Japanese. Gardening. Not necessarily in that order.
IG: @maisonette _textiles
Comments (1)
Context is everything, is it not?! Enjoyed your writing. 🤩 Forgive me if I've mistaken your meaning, but can you confirm what you meant by "three sides of a rectangle"? Are you speaking of a table at which you were seated? Thanks for bearing with me.