It’s the very first day of National Poetry Writing Month and the prompt is to “derange” myself, make the world strange and see it as a stranger.
This could tie in nicely with the April PAD Challenge prompt: write an introduction poem. As part of my poem, I could introduce a stranger: create a persona and see the world through his or her eyes.
Over on the A to Z Challenge blog they came up with a Scavenger Hunt for the month. What a fun idea. For the A to Z challenge my Janus word is adumbrate which can mean both to disclose and to obscure.
This prompt may call for some new bokeh filters.
Breeding Fruit Flies with Two Different Eyes
An impression arrests the fruit flies in kitchen sinks full of ideas
frozen in mid-irritation, fleeting yet multiplying before your eyes
what indelible marks will topple to the tongue
and adumbrate the growing clutch
Contentment empties the glue of flavor and steals the scissors of artistry
the constant irritation and insatiable hunger
–of those fruit flies, feeding in the sinks–
sketch an impression of furious flight
Refreshment wriggles among the moles under the tent of solitude
having vacated the house with the ideas, but left the kitchen sink to the fruit flies
the dark, fresh-earth tunnels adumbrate new and curious spaces for contemplation
where crawling, not seeing, may nourish new understanding
It’s open link night at dVerse Poets Pub, so head over to share and read some poetry.
Experience Writing 
Pingback: Revising Poetry-a Demonstration Part One: Review | Experience Writing
Pingback: Revising Poetry: Creating a process | Experience Writing
Refreshment wriggles among the moles under the tent of solitude
having vacated the house with the ideas, but left the kitchen sink to the fruit flies
the dark, fresh-earth tunnels adumbrate new and curious spaces for contemplation
where crawling, not seeing, may nourish new understanding
I loved these lines, Maria.
https://musenpoetry.blogspot.com/2021/04/new-horizons-napowrimo-day-1.html
LikeLiked by 1 person
So glad you liked it.
LikeLike
What arresting imagery in this one. “Refreshment wriggles among the moles under the tent of solitude…” I love that phrase moles under the tent of solitude. Nice.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank you.
LikeLiked by 1 person
“An impression arrests the fruit flies in kitchen sinks full of ideas
frozen in mid-irritation, fleeting yet multiplying before your eyes”
Arresting opening lines and then it flows… beautiful, Maria. Such clarity. Your images are awesome too.
Deepa
https://deepazworld.blogspot.com/
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank you.
LikeLike
Wow, Maria.
Your command of words stuns me. Your poem is a painting.
❤
David
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Curious segue from fruit flies to moles! “Contentment steals the …..scissors of artistry”. An evocative line.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Your poem is so wonderful surreal and real at the same time, Maria! I’ve watched fruit flies in the kitchen sink before and they are strangely mesmerising, as is your poem. I like the thought of ‘ideas frozen in mid-irritation’ – I’ve had a few of them – and the phrase ‘indelible marks will topple to the tongue’. But oh, the lines:
‘Refreshment wriggles among the moles under the tent of solitude
having vacated the house with the ideas, but left the kitchen sink to the fruit flies’.
LikeLiked by 2 people
So glad you enjoyed it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I especially like the cadence and sound of this line:
“what indelible marks will topple to the tongue”
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank you.
LikeLike
I was not familiar with that word. What an interesting write!
LikeLiked by 2 people
“Contentment empties the glue of flavor and steals the scissors of artistry,” this is excellent, excellent wordsmithing! 💝💝
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank you.
LikeLike
Amazing write!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you.
LikeLiked by 2 people