PAD Prompt: Blank in the Blank
Poetic Form: Minute Poem
Lost in the Moment
Like a Saturday afternoon,
during late June.
Bubbles floating.
Ice cream coating
smiles of my children. Hours measured
by swings weathered
from storms and years
of children’s cheers
as they learned to let their hearts fly,
feet to the sky.
Today my heart,
takes time apart.
Today is the first day of the Martha's Vineyard Institute of Creative Writing Writers' Conference. I thought it would be fun to share the works I create during this week. These works may be revised after the conference is over.
"This is a Moment"
This is a moment
The one between the lighting strike
And the thunder
Like children counting Mississippies
To know when to cower
In fear of the storm
The window panes
Rattling the historical pain
Of every tornado
That touched down in our fields
Of dreams
Tearing up the newly planted crops of stories and poems
That could one day feed the souls of this Earth
This is a moment
Filled with backward steps
Mental debates
Like standing on the high dive in June
Your dad watching
Your mom’s hand resting on his shoulder
The water looks so far away
And the teenagers are getting angry
At the bottom of the ladder
This is the moment
This is the sentence
This is the word
That allows us to crawl out of the covers
To play in the rain
12 feet above everyone
