I thought a couple of my fabric glass light boxes were nice illustrations for today’s return poem, but the way they were hanging on the wall wasn’t conducive to the photographs I wanted, so I rearranged them. It felt weird, but good, pulling them off the wall and swapping them around, plugging them in and enjoying them in a new way.
When Zeal Returns
Zeal returns at the break of dawn
before realization or consequence yawn
like a child on a swing who
soars and falls
higher and faster until
she tires or jumps
trying to fly
only to crash
Zeal returns with an ember of creation
before impossibility or discouragement’s gestation
like a comet it lights
for a while
its tail a dying
as it travels
Zeal returns when discovering the forgotten
before loss and grief get a word in
like a yo-yo on a frayed string
the return feels like
skilled control until
Zeal returns when it does
passion and zest without cause
like flowers and leaves
sun and rain
in the spring
bring a will to begin
and clean and plant
to kneel in the dirt
of the hurt and
turn my face, arms extended
to the wind until
Then zeal returns
zither – a musical instrument consisting of a flat wooden sound box with numerous strings stretched across it, placed horizontally and played with the fingers and a plectrum (any implement for plucking a string, such as a small piece of plastic, wood, etc.). It is used especially in central European folk music.
zydeco – Popular music of southern Louisiana that combines French dance melodies, elements of Caribbean music, and the blues, played by small groups featuring the guitar, the accordion, and a washboard.
Looking for a good definition of zydeco got me going through my personal collection of not only zydeco music, but a beautiful art collection by Earl Hébert. His warm joyous paintings of Louisiana life brightened my days. His studio was next to Royal Rags, the costume shop I worked at in the French Quarter. His beautiful book Zydeco Shoes includes his paintings, recipes, and a CD of zydeco by The Lucky Playboys “Plus d’chance–Que d’esprit” meaning More Luck–Than Sense. 🙂
Prompt: Write a poem about something that returns
What a wonderful way to end this poetry challenge. I’m listening to zydeco, admiring beautiful paintings by an old friend and thinking about the return of zeal, passion, and zest for life.
Prompt: write a praise poem
Academy of American Poets has an event tonight. What a great way to end NaPoWriMo. I was surprised to see names like Dulé Hill and Dan Rather on the list. I look forward to seeing which poems they read.