I love your way with words

Every day in October, I’m sharing poetry-writing inspiration, exercises, and prompts onĀ jordanelisheva.comĀ for theĀ #31poems challenge. This is the poem I wrote in response to today’s prompt:

I love your way with words.

I love the way you see the world
and see to share your view,
recording word-pictures ā€”
your mindā€™s eye your camera lens.

I love how you seek out the beautiful
without denying the existence of the ugly;
how you recognize that the splendor of light
is seen best in stark contrast to darkness.

I love how you write your own story
without trying to control the narrative;
simply recording the plot twists
as a way to celebrate triumph over conflict.

I love the way you use your words to heal
and encourage and strengthen,
using your gift to bless othersā€¦
using it to bless me.

I love your way with words

ForĀ aĀ behind-the-scenes look at the making of this poem, visitĀ today’s #31poems post.

bare feet in the grass

Every day in October, I’m sharing poetry-writing inspiration, exercises, and prompts onĀ jordanelisheva.comĀ for theĀ #31poems challenge. This is the poem I wrote in response to today’s prompt:

When was the last time
your bare feet felt the grass?

Was it when you were a child?
Or have you allowed yourself
this childlike pleasure
recently?

I did just yesterday.
Watering the flowers, weeds tickling my legs.

Thereā€™s a reason children like to take their shoes off
and run in the grass.

Do you remember?
Why not try it again?

You might like it
as much today
as you did
last time.

ForĀ aĀ behind-the-scenes look at the making of this poem, visitĀ today’s #31poems post.

chores

Every day in October, I’m sharing poetry-writing inspiration, exercises, and prompts onĀ jordanelisheva.comĀ for theĀ #31poems challenge. This is the poem I wrote in response to today’s prompt:

Necessary evils?
Whether hard labor or mundane tasks,
chores will always be there.
Necessary, yes, but must they be seen as evil?

Why not chose to enjoy them?

Back breaking hard labor
can become a workout ā€”
and you donā€™t have to pay for a gym membership.

Mundane, mindless tasks
give you an opportunity to think ā€”
freedom to daydream without worrying that youā€™re wasting time.

 

ForĀ aĀ behind-the-scenes look at the making of this poem, visitĀ today’s #31poems post.

I watch the rain

Every day in October, I’m sharing poetry-writing inspiration, exercises, and prompts onĀ jordanelisheva.comĀ for theĀ #31poems challenge. This is the poem I wrote in response to today’s prompt:

 

I watch the rain run down the window glass,
down the driveway,
down the street.

It washes away the dust of summer,
makes the sidewalk shimmer,
and the asphalt shine.

It obscures the view through the window,
makes the cement slippery,
and the roads flood.

I watch the rain.
How can it be so refreshing
and yet so destructive?

 

ForĀ aĀ behind-the-scenes look at the making of this poem, visitĀ today’s #31poems post.