Poetry Project: National Geographic Photo of the Day Writing Prompts
Ever since I was a young girl, I have been deeply fascinated by National Geographic magazine. The wonders of natural phenomena, distant cultures, space and the cosmos… it has all enthralled me for as long as I can recall. Early in life, I insisted my dream career was to be a NGeo photographer and travel the world capturing the unique beauty and wonder of this planet. As most childhood dreams fade, those did as well. But the fascination always remained.
Now, I’d like to take an opportunity to revisit that fascination directly, but to do so from where I stand now, as a writer.
POEM: And I Regard My Own
He said,
I just wish I could touch someone’s hand
like I used to.
And I regard my own
with broken electric conduits shrinking and
my heart sending pulses eeking through
I try to open the jar and there’s so much protest
How weak and trembling like children
they retreat.
I just wish I could touch someone’s hand
like I used to.
And I remember when the pencils first began to slip