For National Poetry Month, I’m writing poems inspired by words, ideas, and images in Virginia Woolf’s Diary.
As Woolf continues to try to grapple with The Waves, she notes:
my mind works in idleness. To do nothing is often my most profitable way.
I decided to try another etheree, a ten-line poem that adds a syllable in each line.
Day #27: Idle Mind
mind,
idle,
rests dormant
a fallow field
garden in neglect
its seeds overwinter
wait for spring’s green growth & bloom
words unfurl, petals on the tree,
then explode in summery display
creation a seasonal mystery
the dirigible plum 
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