For Miz Quickly’s Impromptu Poetry Day 25: “Poem Starting with a Line by _______” is your title.
Poem Starting With a Line by Anne Sexton
Kind Sir: This is an old game.
One darts ahead leaving whispered trail
of laughter, while other must scent the air
for what was there just a moment ago.
Is it kindness to have to be one or the other?
Must we choose and then move to follow
sound of laughter, or curl deep into hiding place
keeping true face turned away, out of sight?
Must we always be either seeking or caught?
Simply becoming a shadow of self
slipping through an ever deepening
maze of questioning darkness.
Can’t we just be here together in sunlight,
talking as we walk down an unknown city street,
or deep in a forest of trees where leaves
hide singing birds who only know of being?
Please sir, must we play this game at all?
Elizabeth Crawford 4/25/13
First line by Anne Sexton from her poem Kind Sir: These Woods.
Full poem may be found here:
Image is an inverted pen and ink line drawing with a digitally manipulated background.