This week’s writing prompt at NWP iAnthology is to write a poem(s) in which each line has the same number of words as the poem has lines. I thought it would be hard to figure out, but it wasn’t. Here is my contribution:
Early morning pink
clouds closing in
sailors take warning.
Tempering the dark chocolate
Cutting the hardened caramels
Now toffee, chocolate dipped
Sprinkled with sea salt
So many difficult choices today
Clean the house, wrap presents,
Knit, write, go to Yoga
Take more pictures, share them,
Christmas shopping not on list!
I like to go to coffee
In a cafe. Its about ritual:
friends laughing and talking or sometimes
just me, quietly writing, organizing thoughts
making plans for next great ventures.
Either way, I find peace within.
My friends’ beautiful daughter is named Seven.
It’s a magical number for her name.
I’ve always loved this number. It’s balanced.
The number of spirit, peace, and growth.
They call her Sevie. It’s more fun
for a seven-year-old like her.
She will surely grow into the rest.
We must keep growing until we finish living
this life. My journal entries seem be interchangeable
year to year, just reflecting my changing situations.
The woman reflecting on it all is maybe
a little wiser is all. Less reaction, more
reflection. Less hiding, more laughter, openness with myself
and others. I’ve begun to think it’ll continue
like this until I quit counting my years.
Try it! This was such a nice way to begin the day.