Spring Into Verse Day 23 - Free Verse Moment
There is no set formula for writing free verse poems. What you say and how you say it may fall easily into place one day, but the next time it may prove to be a challenge. Today's poem came to me walking on Union Street in Brooklyn during our first year living and working in New York City. I tried to capture the moment, the scene.
CHICKEN
BONES AND DEAD UMBRELLAS
Walking on Union
Street
It's a wet, wild, windswept day
The sidewalk-
Shiny and slippery
The last of the golden fall leaves
Lie plastered to the sidewalk
A squelchy carpet
For me to trudge over
In my sturdy leather boots
Amid the leaves I spot chicken bones
And a dead umbrella.
Alan j Wright
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