Good morning, everyone! I hope you've all been staying safe with tornadoes ripping through parts of the country. Here in Georgia, things have been rather quiet all week. When tragedy strikes, it always makes people reassess their priorities.
For this week's prompt, write a priorities poem. It can be a serious reevaluation or a light-hearted statement on the silly things we put on a pedestal over others. I hope you can make poeming a priority this week.
Here's my attempt:
The land of sandals and hip hop,
lazy days and late mornings
mourning the warnings we didn't take
serious enough. The geese hid
from the sun. Not every city releases
people in the evening; not every
person seeks the moon reflected
in puddles or stars erased from the night
by street lights, but I found myself
in all four seasons wandering
across asphalt and concrete,
searching for signs of life and finding
my heart grows in the dark
like teenagers hiding in a park
to keep a spark sparking. You'd be
surprised what bothers me. The geese
hiss at the sun, but we all hide
desire. Only the small ones are on fire.
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Want to get a little more poetic?
Then, check out Writing the Life Poetic, by Sage Cohen. This is one of my favorite poetry books on the craft of writing poetry. It is loaded with tips and tricks for making poetry a daily part of your life.