For the month of November, I have decided to move my writing time to the time before bed. I will use my more wakeful mornings for the tasks of grading, use my more reflective evenings for writing and gratitude lists, and use the whole day to consider the poetry prompts at Robert Lee Brewer’s blog for the Writer’s Digest.
Today’s prompt is to write either a come or a go poem, or both. Here’s my attempt, trying to get at some of the tension I feel when overwhelmed by lots of work, and unable to give the rest of my life the attention it requires. Composed in the shower.
I go, I come.
I’m gone, then home.
I’m home, My Dear!
Not there, not here.
My restless soul
I try to rhyme.
The words won’t come.
There isn’t time.
My brain is numb.
I want to stay.
I want to roam.
I come, I’m gone.
I go, I’m home.
1. All the colors of the maples. The fires of autumn.
2. Shifting habits and rhythms and rituals. Changing it up to shake it up.
3. That sandalwood soap, so richly-scented and lathery and heartening.
4. Blessings. The real kind that people pass to each other.
5. Clear water from the spring, with lemon and lime.
May we walk in Beauty!