FOR MRS. WHITMAN, a poem … and your Wednesday Writing Prompt


you left one winter day to balancé on sunbeams
and pirouette on the moon, artfully swirling
lunar dust and scattering it over our dreams,
sparking our lives with memory and a love of
dance, a legacy of delight for tiny ballerinas ~
see us now, as well-worn as your old toe shoes

© 2012, poem, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved; Photo credit ~ pointe shoes by Lambtron via Wikipedia under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported license


Genius might be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way.” Charles Bukowski

Growing old, the only way to escape it is to die young and most of us wouldn’t opt for that given a choice.  Write a poem that juxtaposes and fond youthful memory with your current place in life.  See if you can do it in brief. Brevity often lends itself well to clarity and deeper emotion.

I encourage you to share your poem with me and with other readers.  Click on the Mister Linky icon below and enter you name and the link to your piece so that we may all read and enjoy. (Please DON’T enter the link to your blog. DO enter the link to the relevant post.) I’ll check back on this week’s Mister Linky for two weeks. You don’t need to link in something today if you’re not ready.

To read Renee Espiru’s poem in response to a Wednesday Writing Prompt link HERE.