1.09.2013

a nest is a nest

I write this
sitting
in the kitchen sink
observing
pigeons on the fence,
sparrows in the rosebush,
wondering
what would happen
if I flew out this window,
headed for that distant
ancient maple,
adjusting
my seat in this nest
of crusted dishes, 
taking
it all down.

Author Eric Storch (of Sinistral Scribblings) is offering a writing Master Class in which pupils are presented with the first line from a famous book and are expected to write a story in response, starting with that same first line.

17 comments:

  1. Even when there's so much promise of more outside, sometimes staying amongst the crusted dishes has its appeal, too.

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  2. Very clever use of the single word "-ing" lines. I also like that each line, despite the punctuation, has a meaning all its own outside of the whole. Very well done.

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  3. too few poets write with this clarity - you should be giving the classes

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  4. Yes, what Ollie said. I love the imagination and sense of flight in this - as well as the nest of crusted dishes. Grounded, yet with the sense memory of flight.

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  5. How I know this feeling you have described so well. I'm with Ollie.

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  6. ah, this is why you are such a master of your craft. Your words sing just like those sparrows, fly just like that nested bird.

    WOW.

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  7. I see what you see because you so precisely tell me. As an avian admirer, I adore this piece.

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  8. Your poetry is always so beautiful, so intricately weaved, each line a story of its own. I'm glad you hooked up with the Master Class.

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  9. It's like this line was actually created to inspire your poetry.

    Like Eric, I love the verbal punctuation of the "-ing" verbs, the pause for breath even while the words are launching away.

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  10. I really liked the image of the sink being a make-shift nest. Wonderful descriptions.

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  11. Im enchanted by the visuals this gave me. You do it so well.

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  12. hey pals, glad you liked this :)

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  13. No lie, I could smell the air as it came through the window.

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  14. LOVE, love, love this poem! What a wonderful treat to stumble upon you this morning. I look forward to losing myself in more of your work.

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    1. thank you for coming by and for saying hello!

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