I am not ready for anything to happen,
I never am—
but I am not a bird or tree
with naked branches covered
now in tender yellow-green, newborn
reaching skyward,
like toddlers wanting to be held—
but we stand back,
admire from a distance
the wispy clouds
caught by unseen winds, drifting —
I am drifting–
not ready, I’m not, never am,
but look—
that blue, that white, that yellow and green,
dancing on a robin’s song.
I am not ready,
anything can happen.
It can, it has, it does–
but look again,
the pink moon rises,
and soon will come the dawn.
Pink Moon, 2020
The NaPoWriMo prompt for Day 8 is to use a line from a poetry bot. I used a line from the Sylvia Plath Twitter Bot. The line, the first line of my poem, actually comes from her poem “Three Women.” My poem has nothing to do with her poem—I simply used the line.
I apologize for being so behind in reading. So many prompts, and so much poetry–which is a good thing! Tonight is the start of Passover, and we had a family emergency this afternoon (everyone is OK).
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
This morning, I enjoyed the sounds of “dancing on a robin’s song.” Beautiful, Merril. I hope everything is okay with your family. ❤
Thank you very much, Jill. Younger daughter got caught in the middle of a dog fight. I’m still not clear on all the details, but she and dogs are all OK. Thank you for your concern.
Oh my word! I’m glad to know she and the dogs are safe. How frightening that must have been.
I was on the phone with her, and then she said just a minute, I heard dogs barking, and then she got on and could barely speak–so, there were a couple hours of not really knowing what had happened. I was terrified. But they’re all home now.
Wow! And after all that you were still able to write a beautiful poem.
I had it mostly written before–I just didn’t post it till I knew she was OK.
Hmm…not sure if my reply will show up as a reply to Jill (lol … using my iPhone and it’s different ). In any case, love the imagery, the photo. Interesting how we can feel “not ready” while life (robins) go on merrily without us 🙂
It showed up! 😀 Thank you very much!
Oh, Merril this is so amazing! Stunningly beautiful.
Wow–thank you, Rene!
I think we could all use your sobering, yet hopeful words these days.
That is such a kind comment! Thank you!
Lovely Merril! Chag Sameach to you and family 🌸
Thank you very much, Susan!
I’m pleased everyone is OK. Beautiful poem.
Thank you very much, Derrick.
Daughter got in the middle of a dogfight–it could have been worse.
Ah
What a pleasure to read this! Just lovely!
Thank you so much!
This is a beautiful poem
Thank you so much, Jude!
My pleasure
Not ready, but taking it all in. Lovely as always.
Strange times for celebrations…but we persist. (K)
Thank you, Kerfe. Yes, strange times, indeed.
Glad everyone is okay.
The poem is very absorbing!
Thank you!
Captures how I first felt, it was very much as you write it.
Thank you very much, Paul.
My pleasure Merril
This seems like anticipation. What’s next on the worldwide agenda, and will we be prepared?
Yes, who knows?