When all of a sudden the city air filled with snow, the distinguishable flakes blowing sideways, looked like krill fleeing the maw of an advancing whale. At least they looked that way to me from the taxi window, and since I happened to be sitting that fading Sunday afternoon in the very center of the universe, who was in a better position to say what looked like what, which thing resembled some other? Yes, it was a run of white plankton borne down the Avenue of the Americas in the stream of the wind, phosphorescent against the weighty buildings. Which made the taxi itself, yellow and slow-moving, a kind of undersea creature, I thought as I wiped the fog from the glass, and me one of its protruding eyes, an eye on a stem swiveling this way and that monitoring one side of its world, observing tons of water tons of people colored signs and lights and now a wildly blowing race of snow.
A ‘golden shovel’ by ben Alexander
The first snow of the year begins just when school is letting out; and all the children of the neighborhood are in a fever at the sudden weather change, cheering as the soft flakes float gently down across the city. Traffic cones stand in the winter air, bearing witness to the joy-filled occasion with the seriousness of urban scarecrows, as snow billows up in wind gusts from the street, making lane markings distinguishable. A pensive man notes the flakes and the heavy winds blowing, as he turns his head sideways toward his taxi window. Never have kids looked quite so much like swarming krill, he thinks, watching them fleeing home from the mindless, gaping maw of the government's sorry notion of an education system, an essential factor in advancing... no- damning society to the fate of a beached, dying whale.
‘What do you see’ Prompt #128
For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below (taken by Oleksii S) as inspiration for writers to produce art.
Muri’s poetry scavenger hunt
From what I understand, she’s offering three poetry prompts every week for the duration of the month of April ’22 (on MWF).
Last year, I was pretty busy with my personal micropoetry project so I only responded to several of her poetry challenges, but this year I hope to rectify that!
Let’s write poetry together!
When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.–Ben Harper (b. 1969)
Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!