Poem #7 of Year 59

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.