Day #8

National Poetry Month: Day #8

Today’s poetry writing prompt was to rewrite a famous poem, giving it my own spin. Any famous poem would do. One of my favorite poets is Mary Oliver so I chose her morning poem which you can read here. This is my twist on it.

Evening Poem

Every evening
the world
awakens.
Under the blueblack

sky of twilight
the silent
stirrings of creatures
rousing from slumber

and stretching wing and leg
to welcome the stars begin–
and hunters
like ninjas, like silent
and dangerous

warriors suddenly appear.
If it is your fortune
to be peaceful you
will pass quietly under the moon

for hours, your quick
wits and keen eye watching everywhere.
And if your soul
lies tender within

your body
and feels fully the dangers —
if it’s all you can do
to stave the rising fear —

there is still
somewhere deep within you
a child crying to feel safe
and protected and loved–

each coo of a creature
caring for its young
is a song sung and answered
richly,
every evening,

whether or not
you have ever dared
to venture into darkness,
whether or not
you have ever hoped
to be cherished.