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Walk Poem: Stirring the Senses
Take A Walk
It's happened again. You're sitting at home, staring at a blank computer screen with no idea of what to write. Your muse has fled and your mind is empty. Take a walk. Write about it.
The walk poem has history dating back to the Greeks. (Theocritus) However, it became extremely popular in the nineteenth century because going for a walk was one of the few acceptable entertainments for the gentry. Poets still write walk poems today on a regular basis.
There's no one form for a walk poem. You can write about the walk itself, the sights and experiences. You can write about a sensation or revelation you got from the walk or you can write a poem the length, style, and shape of the walk. Even if a walk poem is not what you set out to write, it will definitely get the creative juices flowing. Bring along a notebook to jot down impressions or phrases that occur to you during the walk and then just dive right in. (Let me know how it goes for you when you have a moment.) Above all, enjoy what you're doing. Feel free to share your poems in my comments section, I can't wait to see what you come up with!
I've posted my walk poem below...
Overgrown tire tracks, twin serpents
shifting evening light. In the orchard,
a doe startles, nostrils fluttering,
on the wayward breeze.
Too early for the globular shine of fruit,
deer have stripped
the tender young leaves. There's a
momentary lapse in the cloud cover's resolve:
light bleeds through,
shows shadowed places in sharp relief.
Bittersweet tang of evergreen on the back of my
throat, wind tossed
tree litter, dry finger bones crunching underfoot.
Open, shut, open, shut a rusted metal gate
like an old farmwife on her dinner bell.
I slither through it onto marshy earth
that sucks at my feet
as if to claim its property soon.
Remember the first time you stood on the edge
of the diving board,
on the edge of the world?
Stop, still, and in the far-near
the gentle shushing of the river.