27 May: A Contrapuntal Poem

farmhouse with laundry on the line


The air is breathing softly,
and I hear last night’s rain falling
through the trees.

An umbrella sky. It
stands as tall as sunflowers.

And sunshine,
so I hang out the bedlinen and
white cottons to dry on the line.

A small miscalculation.
A bird has flown into the clothesline.
Don’t we all make them.

Our direction. Lost.
The needle falls off our compass.

Though not like rain,
always there in the background.
Pointing down.

The best part of being lost
is not knowing that you’re lost.

Like clouds.
Rudderless as Wordsworth.

          this bird is lost.

The bird and I,
tangled in sunshine and laundry.

This is a contrapuntal poem, where two lines of thought (or observations, or music, or two poems) are woven together.  dVerse Poets explored this technique in 2018, and more information on contrapuntal poetry is available at MasterClasses. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter

10 responses to “27 May: A Contrapuntal Poem”

  1. I hung out our bedclothes earlier. No tangled bird, but there were plenty singing! I love The thought of being tangled in sunshine and laundry.


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