So what better way to spend one’s time when unable to fall back to
sleep in the wee hours? Go ahead. Randomly pick your daily poem’s springboard
word and get to work! Actually, I juggled two acrostic poems this early
morning.
At a gathering of knitters last night I enjoyed a long talk with a
most compassionate and aware woman, who not only writes poetry, but also facilitates
a local group of writers. I mentioned the kinds of acrostic poems I wrote last
year, inspired by words such as mindfulness, anxiety, patience, fear. She asked
if I had done one about courage. Of course, my mind leaped on that word, as well
as the one I chose from the dictionary.
Today’s word brought forth this poem, titled “Rotten?”
Yes,
exult and respect that
One,
extraordinary in its
Likeness
to the sun, without which we
Know
we would become extinct.
The first inspiration of this word was:
Yellow-orange
Orbs
are
Life-sustaining
Kas-in-a-shell.
This is the acrostic poem I composed for my new friend’s word
courage:
Couldn’t
we as individuals tap into
Our
Universally
shared
Resources
when we
Apprehend
Grievous
Event
horizons?
My 2007 edition of The American Heritage Dictionary defines an event
horizon as “[T]he region, usu. described as spherical, marking the outer
boundary of a black hole.” Don’t we in daily life sometimes find ourselves
teetering on that edge? Take comfort that we are all interconnected and in that
space together.