The exercise:
Write a four line poem about: moving.
We're here, we're getting settled in. Still lots of boxes to unpack, but we're getting there.
I'm pretty tired, so I'm going to treat myself by not writing a four line poem for the first Saturday in a year.
2 comments:
Well done on getting everything moved! I shall expect updates (and photos) of the new place in the coming week(s) then :)
It's a shame not to have a poem from you to inspire me, but I shall see what I can do without you...
Moving
The machines breathe for him:
Air hisses through narrow tubes
That snake around the bed like knotweed
And keep his chest moving.
Greg - yeah, I'll get some pictures once we actually have stuff on our walls. Hoping to get most of that done this weekend. And thank you for your continued service of writing to every prompt, day in and day out, while I slack off and sometimes remember to reply to comments :)
This is lovely. Not sure if the acrostic is intentional or not, but it certainly adds another layer to it :D
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