In this upside down time there is still something I look forward to and that’s April. Because, for me, April means poetry.
This week has been so different from anything I’ve ever been through. My husband is now working from home. Bless his heart, he kisses me goodbye before he goes into his office and shuts the door. Before all this COVID-19 hit we had already made the decision for an early retirement and to put our house on the market. So, this week I have been decluttering, packing, cleaning, and facetiming with the grandkids in Florida. We are going to go ahead with our preparations, trusting the LORD to move us or not according to His plans for us. If we don’t move, at least we’ll have a clean house and a pretty yard!
Back to April.
I think this will be my 11th year or so doing the PAD challenge via Writer’s Digest. I also hope to participate in the Poetry Super Highway April Poetry writing prompts. I feel like over the past years I’ve been motivated to write some of my better work during April. I’m one of those people who get mores things done when I have a lot to do. So, again this year, I should be able to crank out at least a few noteworthy poems. I enjoy the process and I enjoy the interaction with other poets.
So, today I played around with some black out poetry, using the book Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson.
My Journey
worst comes to worst
I would rather hope in time
to improve the world
the sun shining between two prayers
born quick and slow
I say no more
The Sea
the sea
deep to the end of it
I looked to see truth
on every side
the sea with a thick mist
I shivered
wondered
I waded in
by God’s grace
hope was the more sure
in all ways
hope buoyed me up
the sea
more alive
In I went into the sea
Not In This Soup Alone 