For this week’s prompt, write a poem about how things change. The world is always changing in small and large ways. Businesses start up and go out of business or move locations. There are baby announcements and obituaries. There are floods, droughts, etc. And, of course, even this blog changes with a new prompt every week.
Here’s my attempt:
“Woody’s”
It sounds a bit crazy, I know,
but right there was a restaurant
stretched completely over the road.
It sounds a bit crazy, I know,
but I once worked over that road
as a busboy at that old haunt.
It sounds a bit crazy, I know,
but right there was a restaurant.
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Swan Song
by Juanita Lewison-Snyder
Gandhi once said,
“be the change you wish to see in this world,”
so I stripped away all my clothes
prized possessions, old habits
got down on all fours and simply
laid upon the soil to carbonize
deep into the womb of earth,
turning diamonds into underground glaciers
fire opal into lush Amazon forests
fossil fuel into fresh water aquifers,
for if I could only leave you a parting gift
this would be my swan song.
© 2011 by Juanita Lewison-Snyder