Stretching

This week I've been doing something completely new and different - stretching myself by reading poetry. Because the narrator of my WIP, 16-year-old Noah, is an aspiring poet/songwriter, and because I've basically been reading prose all my life and neglecting the lovely form of poetry, I've had to take sort of a crash course. Well, I still have a lot to learn, but so far I really like the imagists, who are similar to the impressionist painters in that they give us a glimpse of ordinary life and somehow make it extraordinary. So, here is a poem I like by William Carlos Williams:

Iris

a burst of iris so that

come down for

breakfast

we searched through the

room for

that

sweetest odor and at

first could not

find its

source then a blue as

of the sea

struck

startling us from among those trumpeting petals.