Day Eight on APRIL 8, 2024
Well, we’ve officially passed the one-week mark! We hope your inspiration is holding up. But if you find
it flagging, our daily optional prompts might just give you the lift you need to power through.
Today, we have two featured participants: (1) Behind Door Number 3 and Orangepeel, where you’ll find
very differnt, but compelling, takes on Day 7’s postcard prompt.
Our featured resource today is this animated video of a talk given by the poet Jane Hirshfield on the art
of the metaphor.
Finally, our (optional) prompt for the day takes its inspiration from Laura Foley’s poem “Year End.” Today,
we challenge you to write a poem that centers around an encounter or relationship between two people
(or things) that shouldn’t really have ever met – whether due to time, space, age, the differences in their
nature, or for any other reason.
Happy writing!
Thanks, Maureen.
Kindling
I see the signs but mostly
I feel it, inching closer and
closer every day. The loud
spray of color sprouting
from the ground, a more tender
wind, my cheeks caressing.
My dog feels it too: he leaps and
dances with it, rolls in the grass
with it and hurries me outside
to join in. But I’m inspecting
the plush bench—whiplashed by winter
—contemplating how to fix it.
Oh spring, you come to remind me
of life’s rhythm of continuation,
showing me how you do it,
telling me I can do it too.
I glance at the dog and glean
at how he and his silver lining
leap and frolic with spring. Some-
thing within softens and pries me
open, feeding my soul its kindling.
© selma
on prompt or off, dunno. But this is
what came through me today.
This is my fourth try at National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo), and this time
around I’m trying NOT to spend so much time ‘perfecting’ a task that needs more time
to reach a satisfactory closure. I’m a slow poke after all…
Thanks for being here with me as I work on the prompts on my phone–outdoors,
weather permitting–and please excuse the formatting.
Thanks for reading my Day 8
:
- This Happened To Me: Thank You, Susi, The Short Of It - November 8, 2024
- Clasp The Hands and Know: A Poem by John Masefield - November 7, 2024
- Wordless Wednesday - November 6, 2024
Wonderful hopeful word about the coming of spring and rhythm of life
Grateful to you dear one. Blessings.
Wonderful Selma 👏🤗👏
🙇🏽♀️ thanks Maggie dear. Xoxo
My pleasure Selma xox
Selma, I love this and the calmness it exudes.
So pleased with this comment. Thanks a million. 🙇🏽♀️ Melissa.
You are so welcome.
Congratulations Selma for the one week mark in poetry!!
I love your poem and your beautiful “kindling” that sparks the softest flames within..which nothing else could ignite. Fabulous piece.
Delight you enjoyed it dear Suzette. Blessings.
Thank you for the blessings Selma. Grace and peace to you.
🤗
Sorry I placed my reply in the wrong thread.
Oh, this just came into my thoughts as I was penning my reply to you Selma: “… shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.”
Never mind. I got a slice of heaven with your words. Thanks dearly.
Blessings again —befall you. Xo
You are very welcome, Selma!
Dogs are like that, fully open to the moment, and sometimes they even teach us how to be, just BE. Lovely poetry, Selma.
Dogs know. They teach those who listen. Xo. Blessings, Dora. Xo
Blessings, Selma. xx
Lovely visions of spring!
Happy you enjoyed it, my friend. Xoxo
A beautiful poem Selma.
Thanks so much, Sadje dear. Xoxo
You’re always welcome 🙏🏼
Dogs have a joy in Spring we should share. Lovely poem.
They are teachers. Dogs are.
Spring does open us up–I feel it in your words. (K)
Happy you share this feeling with my words here. Thanks so much, K 🤗
I love this poem, Selma.
So happy you do, Mari. 🤗
Such a beautiful poem, Selma! Wonderful! xo
🤗…. Thanks.
Beautiful poem Selma!