Good afternoon, poetry world. I hope everyone is doing well, and I hope you are ready to write some poetry. This is Melissa from Mom With a Blog, and I am your host for today’s Poetics prompt.

I came across this poem by Albert Garcia called “August Morning,” and it inspired me.

August Morning

It’s ripe, the melon
by our sink. Yellow,
bee-bitten, soft, it perfumes
the house too sweetly.
At five I wake, the air
mournful in its quiet.
My wife’s eyes swim calmly
under their lids, her mouth and jaw
relaxed, different.
What is happening in the silence
of this house? Curtains
hang heavily from their rods.
Ficus leaves tremble
at my footsteps. Yet
the colors outside are perfect--
orange geranium, blue lobelia.
I wander from room to room
like a man in a museum:
wife, children, books, flowers,
melon. Such still air. Soon
the mid-morning breeze will float in
like tepid water, then hot.
How do I start this day,
I who am unsure
of how my life has happened
or how to proceed
amid this warm and steady sweetness?

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48749/august-morning

I’d like you to start from wherever you are and write a poem “wandering from room to room like a man in a museum.” Notice your surroundings. Take a walk around. Be curious about what is happening. Perhaps write about ordinary things or things that you might not ordinarily notice. End your poem with an open-ended question as Garcia does, incorporating characteristics of some of the things you’ve observed earlier in your poem.

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