This was a fun one to model, even if I didn’t follow the idea exactly it was a nice jumping off point for me. Read the original poem Ars Poetica #100: I Believe by Elizabeth Alexander.
Here’s my first draft.
Ars Poetica #1:Learn to See
Let me explain.
Poetry is that first sip of coffee in the morning
a fresh orange
cod liver oil.
Poetry is the exactly right shade of pale yellow
to match the roses that climb the gazebo at the park,
the cinnamon red of my favorite boots
the rusted rims of the old car deserted in the woods.
Poetry is the smell of chopping onions for dinner
wet dog and cotton candy
the garbage can overflowing behind the fish market.
Poetry is my husband’s kiss goodnight
the soft velvet of a hazelnut leaf
A snake. A slug. A snail.
Poetry is my grandson’s giggles
my mother saying “I love you” on the phone
my daughter’s tears.
What do you mean you don’t understand poetry?
It’s all around you.
Susan Taylor Brown