a Jerusalem cricket
feels the barbs
I couldn't think what to write about today, so I sat quietly and listened. Outside my bedroom window I could hear a cricket singing loudly. I figured I could shape that sound into a poem. I think this is a good Sunday poem. I'm already planning how to make a concrete poem out of the word cricket. I want the c for a head, the k will turn to make legs, and the t will bring up the rear. What fun. Can you tell I've read Bob Raczka's new book, WET CEMENT A Mix of Concrete Poems? This is a whole book of 21 concrete or shape poems that really pushes the boundaries of text. He does some creative printing for his poems like takeoff, icicle, eracure (that's not a typo, it is Raczka making a point with his poem title) and the backward printed homer. I do wonder how he presented his manuscript to his editor.
Can you sit and be quite for a few minutes today? Can you shape what you hear into a poem? Have fun writing.