sixth sense

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

listen!
secretive, mysterious
approaching, murmuring, speaking
only wind in leaves?
no…

look!
usual, mundane
strolling, wandering, exercising
just a normal walk?
hesitate…

feel!
moist, breezy
misting, breathing, caressing
something here I missed?
yes…

smell!
wet, fresh
rejuvenating, growing, living
may I have it?
perhaps…

taste!
pleasant, enticing
taking, consuming, digesting
absorbing the given missive!
ponder…

“…you have tasted the kindness of the Lord.” 1 Peter 2:3

For a behind-the-scenes look at the making of this poem, visit today’s #31poems post.

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the full empty bottle

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

Once, the bottle held mead,
sweet drink of celebration,
but now it sits empty, forgotten.
Forgotten by most who tasted its offering,
but not by me.

I kept it,
set it next to the cobalt bottle
that’s the same height,
but not the same shape.
The mead bottle is more elegant,
appearing more elegant still next to the cobalt bottle.

I don’t think it’s really empty.
I pick it up;
it’s heavy with memories of the day.

For a behind-the-scenes look at the making of this poem, visit today’s #31poems post.

on rest

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

 

I need a break,
some time to be
without the push of social life
and pull of responsibility.

I need a break,
some space to breathe
between the suffocating moments
of work and play.

I can’t find time —
it’s all taken up by something or someone.
Space doesn’t appear —
for nature abhors a vacuum and fills it.

So I’ll make
the time
to be
here and now.

And I’ll take
the space
to breathe
in and out.

For a behind-the-scenes look at the making of this poem, visit today’s #31poems post.