Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation.
We clean up after storms have waved good-bye,
gather sad leavings of twigs and moss,
spring's bouquet to place on the grave
of our loss.
Nothing threatens faith; we've seen this before:
sow, tend and harvest; birth, growth and death.
Survival matters more than tears
We repair Ken's shanty, right the outhouse,
then count Ben's chickens and our blessings,
bury Bob, press lips tight against
Forgiving Tim's slights that cut like paper,
mending Tom's fences that both must share,
we congregate at Deb's potluck,
Kåre Enga [177.88] (11.juni.2020)
For: "The Random Poetry Contest"
16 lines of an unnamed form (if named, unknown to me). 4 quatrains of 10/9/8/3 syllables with an x/a/x/a rhyme scheme.
Prompts: spring, repair, threaten