Nothing But A Reed

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – April Poems – Day 10 
(posted by Amol)

“For the tenth challenge of this month at With Real Toads, I would like you to pick up any book which is lying closest to you right now or pick one from your bookshelf. It can be a poetry collection, a novel, a dictionary, an autobiography, et al. Just pick up the book and open a page at random. Now, read out loud the first sentence of that page. So, this sentence is going to be your source of inspiration today. You can go about it in three ways:

Use all the words of this sentence in a poem
Pick a word or phrase from this sentence for the title of your poem
Use a part or the entirety of this sentence as the first or the last line of your poem.”

Why that child is nothing
but a reed. She keeps climbing
like that, and I tell you,
she will be taller than
a basketball player. Honey,
you tell her to wear a wide
brim straw hat when she’s out
in hot sun. That child looks
like she could bend as a willow
in a whirling storm. Beep! Beep!
Oh, that’d be my Sam coming
to take me for a car ride. Look
at that antenna on the car, honey.
Don’t look any thinner than
that child. Tsk, tsk. You watch
out for her; she’s nothing but a reed.

” A straw reed climbs the car antenna”~Rita Dove’s Collected Poems

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to Nothing But A Reed

  1. Oh, how vividly created – voice, character, the lot.


  2. That is a very interesting narration — I can totally relate with the child being compared with a reed and other such references. That’s how it was with me a while back.
    “That child looks/like she could bend as a willow/in a whirling storm. Beep! Beep!”: That made me smile. 🙂


  3. sanaarizvi says:

    Haha she sounds like me when I was three 😅 I remember not heeding to my mother’s advice about protecting myself from the sun and running up and down the hills in Kashmir ❤ Gorgeous write, Sara!


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