constructing poetry

music box interlude

Memphis means seeds wafting
over the landscape
in clouds of tree fluff—

as though we dwell in
a shaken globe,
the shape within the glass
covered in a perpetual drift
while a music box whistles
of flowers that bloom in May.

I see it, try to catch
a white fuzz shape between
my outstretched fingers,
but I am too slow.

the wind of my passing
stirs and it circles aloft again
to find some bit
of fertile ground—some
place where the tiny
bit of genetic material
can turn into something
grand. fantastic.

who would imagine
a tree could be contained
on a breath of wind.

line count: 24

Prompt for: May 2, 2016 ▼

Subject or Theme: Something uniquely 'Spring.' That green tinge in the trees, the scent of grass during that first mow, lilacs, ... and apply it to your life.
Word(s) to Include: music box, glass, fantasy, circle (or any derivatives of these words)
Forbidden Word(s): spring, green, grow, (or any derivatives, compound or hyphenations of these words)
Additional Parameters: Min 24 lines, non-rhyming.
Remember, do not use forbidden words ANYWHERE, including title or the brief description.