Sunday Scribbles, Old Poems, and New Fragments

I've been playing around with old poems lately. From age 11 to 19 or 20 my parents lived in a big white house on US 40 near the Ohio/Indiana line. It was a great place to grow up. When I was 13 or 14, I "took over" the sun porch as my bedroom. Windows all around that looked out into the woods and a metal awning covering the windows so in the spring and summer I could leave the windows open no matter how hard it rained. After I moved out of the house, I wrote a poem about the feeling of being in that room: 

rain on my

metal roof -

spring knocking! 

This is a short, haiku-style poem. Like many early memories, the feeling of being in that room remains. It's never far from my mind. Here's another version of the memory I played with in a poem today. Still a work in progress:

Rain on our metal roof - 

A spring symphony. 

After the rain, 

the frog chorus. 

As is my nature, I've also been obsessed with the moon. I can't recall as many clear nights and mornings as we've had the first two months of these years. Great viewing skies for waxing, full, and waning moons. I'm also out more often since I'm walking Tilly. Today, I wrote a short verse about the moon, inspired by these clear moon views and a fragment from the Langston Hughes poem Lullabye. Here's my poem (again in progress):

Moon in my eyes. 

Moon in my eyes. 

No wonder I lost you.

Moon in my eyes. 

I could also see this little poem fragment evolving into a song lyric. We'll see. Here’s to a good writing week.