yesterday
home was a park bench
but today
you are more
follow in this direction
trust, your path is clear
 
evensong
the anthem will lead
beckoning
to listen
all you need is to be still
epiphany is home

Photo: Image by Leandro De Carvalho from Pixabay 

The Prompt:
This prompt challenges you to write a poem in the form of a series of
directions describing how a person should get to a particular place.
It could be a real place, like your local park, or an imaginary or unreal
place, like “the bottom of your heart,” or “where missing socks go.”
Fill your poem with sensory details, and make them as wild or intimate
as you like.

For today’s optional prompt, I chose the Shadorma poetic form with two stanzas. Shadorma follows a syllabic meter of 3/5/3/3/7/5, and it has no set rhyme scheme.

I also chose it for its brevity as I wanted to drive home the idea that the direction to a place we all want to arrive– in the case of this poem, home — is NOT complicated and tedious. It is so, for peace, happiness, and love, as all these virtues already exist inside us. I hope you can infer that from the short poem.

Thank you, Maureen, for all the research you put in to offer us ‘poets’ a splendid 30 days of amazing possibilities. I’m so touched by you. You rock.

I salute all the poets/poetesses for showing me how less is more and everlasting. I stood to witness how powerful verbs go a long way, and I’m happy to have touched virtual shoulders with you all. I look forward to seeing you all again for NaPoWriMo2022. (In between, you can find me on Twitter, Instagram as SelmaWrites, or on my website *wink*).

Thank you all for reading, and remember that someone in Japan is thinking of you and wishing you miracles. Until we meet again, I bless you. xoxo, Selma Martin.

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Selma Martin

I’m a simple woman who dares to see the beauty in ordinary. I’d love to connect with you and like pen pals, I want something beautiful to blossom between us. Will you join me? Selma is my middle name. Its meaning—peaceful, complete, are euphoric affirmations I like to think of myself as having. They compliment the joy I feel when I write. I sincerely hope you decide to join me on my writing journey. I Wish You Miracles.

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