Day Seven
Little things
A stuffed grey elephant
small enough to hold in one
hand, tucked inside the
bottom drawer in the kitchen.Everyday it’s something new, a little
thing misplaced, abandoned.
I wonder if I choose
or just forget. I worry
about that.Little things
Tiny seas shells. You wonder
why I pick something so
small, insignificant.
Alone, they are little pieces.
In unison, a creation,
a mandala of memories spiraling
into eternity.
Author’s Note:
Today’s prompt from NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo:
“Finally, our prompt for the day (optional as always) comes to us from Elizabeth Boquet of Oaks to Acorns. In keeping with the fact that it’s the seventh day of NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo, Elizabeth and I challenge you to write a poem about luck and fortuitousness. For inspiration, take a look at Charles Simic’s “The Betrothal” and Stephen Dunn’s “The Arm”. Need something more? Perhaps these instructions from Elizabeth will get you going!
Create the following lists:
1. List 1 – 3 random objects. (Smaller tends to be better.
2. List 1 – 3 random but specific locations. (Think in the cookie jar, or under my seat…)
3. List 1 – 2 objects you’ve lost and a few notes on their back-story.
4. List 1- 2 objects you’ve found and few notes on their back-story.
My choices:
- List 1 – 3 random objects. (Smaller tends to be better.)
Stuffed elephant broken tree branch dad’s wedding ring
2. List 1 – 3 random but specific locations. (Think in the cookie jar, or under my seat…)
fireplace mantle seashore kitchen drawer
- List 1 – 2 objects you’ve lost and a few notes on their back-story.
everyday it’s something new – I worry about my memory, little things I don’t remember until I need it
- List 1- 2 objects you’ve found and few notes on their back-story.
Mom’s rhinestone pin – lent to friends, seldom worn by my mom as I grew up, mental illness Seashells = making a mandala
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