While nosing around the ‘net, I find a subject that I can fly from and create a writing prompt for my writing friends. Where do you find your poems? Do you make a list, write from one, leave the others for another day? Can you just go on and on, allowing the list to continue expanding like I do? And isn’t poetry just fascinating now that all those rigid rules have been removed? It is for me, anyway. Please enjoy.
WHERE POEMS HIDE
A brilliantly colored leaf falls from a tree
gently floating down
letting me know, autumn is in slow motion
deer that come out of the forest to forage
as I watch quietly
holding my breath; not to scare them away
words of my father flow through my hand
as they touch paper
words that I never chanced to hear him say
re-reading cards sent to me over the years
softening my heart
touch me again as I picture who sent them
peace of home fills me with warmth
thoughts overflowing
head to heart to hand, filling me with love
a pot of tea complimenting the scent
of freshly baked cookies
filling the kitchen with memories of long ago
the table covered with books of blank pages
lay sprawled out
their voices calling me, waiting to be filled
the fireplace crackling, warming my heart
memories of moments
so precious that I re-live them over again
poems hang in the air waiting to be plucked
brought to life
written down to share with the world © 2014
