To get me through
Both bumps and glidings
Books I have tucked between
Lake water into my eyes
Lingering chords close to my ears, soft and wild
My daughters’ spirits across
Rough, smooth, bumpity spiked textures of love
On each finger
I was born with a traveler’s spirit influenced first by consistent relocation as a child. I became very curious about places outside of routine spaces, much to my parents chagrin. It is always so difficult to prioritize what to pack each time I move. I figure if I could permanently pack some items that will never leave my side, I could thrive anywhere.
For this prompt I wrote in freeform because it presented in that manner as I write with coffee by my side and 6 AM 🙂 I also love a good linguistic challenge, so I also dabble in haiku, tanka, found poetry, Zen, Yama, Xenolith…
Write a poem in any form that you choose (and yes, I will accept free verse as a form) – but after your poem, include a brief note on your form, and why you chose that form for your piece. How does meter and rhyme (or lack thereof) affect the meaning of your piece? If you used alliteration, onomatopoeia, or some other poetic device, why?
Come talk poesy to me!