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I am participating in the
Slice of Life.
All participants are writing about one moment, one part of their day,
on Tuesdays.
Thank you, Two Writing Teachers!
Bright green katydid
Two days later,
Changing seasons,
Slice of Life.
All participants are writing about one moment, one part of their day,
on Tuesdays.
Thank you, Two Writing Teachers!
Bright green katydid
out of place
on the yellow playscape,
on the yellow playscape,
lingering on the brick wall,
hesitant to leave
for the grass and shrubs,
waiting
with me,
reminding,
listen to my inner voice and trust.
Two days later,
a praying mantis
outside my church,
walking on shoulders,
held in a hand,
reminding,
stillness and patience,
echoing the pastor
listen to the still small voice within.
Changing seasons,
last vestiges of summer,
noticing
insects making final journeys
before the cold,
wondering
what does their sudden appearance
tell me?
tell me?
I love the way you used your verbs and my favourite line "echoing the pastor" made me hover and build connections. This poem lifted my spirits this morning!
ReplyDeleteThese are so peaceful! They remind me of haiku in spirit, if not in form.
ReplyDeleteIt is interesting how you wove some wondering and wisdom amidst the descriptions.
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