Prompt: Write a 14-line poem that is a variation on
the sonnet. Look up the rules for both
an English and an Italian sonnet and riff off one of those forms in a creative
way. Change up the rhyme scheme or do
away with it. Make a rule for how many words are allowed per line or maybe each
line must start with a noun. Keep the 14
line structure, but get inventive with the rest of the form by creating at
least 3 new rules.
All those stacks of greeting cards. She sighed.
To keep? To sort? To close the eyes and dump?
Lids and plastic tubs, bags wadded in a lump.
Worn-down shoes still holding ghosts. She cried.
Wrapping paper, rolls of yarn and ribbons tied.
Clothes still held her essence, there beside
Faded photos. Unnamed faces. Should she hunt
For names? Or give to kids? What would Mom want?
True treasures weren’t things to hold with hands.
Mornings on the back porch shelling peas,
Fears quieted by one who understands,
The happy songs, the jokes, the mended knees.
Share the love. There’s joy
to dwell upon.
Hand down her wonder, smile and carry on.
Hand down her wonder, smile and carry on.
1 comment:
Such a thoughtful poem!
Love the image of the children being attentive - and no one at all on a ‘mobile device’!!
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