Inspiration (not that you need it): A knock on the door.
Perhaps today’s poem can tell about a visitor who literally knocked on your door (friend, neighbor, family, stranger), or perhaps you will imagine the things and people who knock on the figurative doors in our lives (e.g., spring, opportunities, change, even a genie to grant you a wish or your all-time hero coming to give you advice).
Bring us into the moment of the person/object trying to get your attention (stanza 1 with sounds and anticipation), then describe what he/she/it looked like (stanza 2), then tell us what he/she/it is inviting you to do or think about (stanza 3).
Knock, knock
the buzz of the grinder
the tap, tap on the lid
dark roast beans ground
into a rich black soil
the drip of the water
the gurgle of the percolator
brave aromas distilled
into a rich black water
the beep, beep, beep
invites me to a new day
another chance to make
something beautiful
You have me smiling at the end. I was so into the exploding scene of colors and textures in the first few stanzas, and then the pleasant (not pleasant getting hit by a snowball) playful ending was lovely! This is such a fun poem — but I want spring here already.
Scrape…
Scrape…
Scrape…
I hear the shovel slowly freeing the imprisoned sidewalk.
Finally, boots filled with with chilly toes
stomp the chains of snow across the porch floor.
The door complains as my brother kicks it open
and old man winter pushes right on past.
“Come on, I’m done!” Steven pants,
the back of his glove wiping a drip from his rosy nose.
Supper dishes done,
I hastily hang the dish towel under the sink
and head his way.
Fingers bent, holding the cuffs of my sweater,
I stuff my arms into my sea blue parka.
I grab my knit mittens from the hissing radiator
and pull my long pointy stocking cap over my ears.
I step my threadbare socks into bread bag lined boots
and I’m ready…
Stepping out into the night,
snowflakes fall noiselessly,
beautifully,
against the orange glow of the street lamp.
Each breath a wispy cloud.
No wind…
No noise…
Until,
thump!
The snowball hits the target painted on my back.