Yesterday I started a new Coursera course: Songwriting:Writing the Lyrics with Pat Pattison through Berklee College of Music. One of the first lessons conceptualized a song as three boxes, stacked with the smallest on top. The top box fitting inside the middle box and both fitting in the bottom box. He used this imagery as the build and progression of the song.
I liked how he used “the boxes” and thought it would be a good way to approach a poem, so I thought I would take a look at what was going on at #dVerse Poets Pub to inspire some words to put in my boxes.
I felt like the #dVersepoetics prompt presented by HA: About Portals, was perfect for my poem. I talked a bit about portals and doorways while I was Excavating my mind. The prompt inspired me to open a portal in the side of the house and capture some photographs of the dimensions on the other side.
I thought I would combine my portal ideas with Linda L. Krushke’s Paint Chip Poetry Prompt. I was looking for interesting color names a couple weeks ago for a poem, but didn’t find what I was imagining. The paint chip poetry prompt got me thinking and I searched again. Sherwin-Williams color families is exactly what I was looking for, so many creative color names with history and symbolism and oddity. It’s great. I can also explore Behr’s colors.
Armed with great inspiration, I lost all energy and interest 🙂 But I came back to it this morning, so I’ll call that a win.
Portals to here
Doors block and stop
when closed and locked hold
secrets and mysteries, create
yearning and discomfort, force
vocal expression out of context
the imagination runs rabid,
but when the key is found
and the door creaks, cracked
upon its hinges, it becomes
but a frame, lines and angles
to accentuate or break
the nouns within
Portals are but separators,
organizations to define
yours from mine from ours,
space from time, earthly from divine
find the vibration to pass
through the membrane,
concentrate, believe, transform
pass through to here
How long will it take to
notice the subtle differences
What color is your portal now?
Is it the drab aloe vera of the desert house
where I shaved my head
for the first time, or is it marine
like the flap of my tent I call the hurricane
that accompanies me on all my travels
did you walk through the door
that glowed like a sunset behind
the intricate carving of the head of Medusa
that I continued to visit every day in Venice
or is your portal no color at all
a carved opening in a cliff dwelling
showing the complete eclipse
where you look down through infinity, trapped