The hands on the clock move in only one direction.
Incremental Poetry ~ 20 Lines
The Balance - a 20-line poem with an ebb-and-flow rhythm and a closing refrain
It Takes a Storm
We gathered together to wait out the storm, certain of its coming, unsure of its effect.
Finding Friendship
As bright as day you led the way— My path, your spark, found in the dark....
Counting
...and we strain our eyes to see some more, always looking—and counting, counting...
He Knows Not How to Wait
But he left me standing there alone, for he knows not how to wait.
Not My Will
Time moves far too slowly. Oh, how much I miss you!
Flying Lessons
Learning to fly takes time and a letting go of fear.
How They Grow
Preview of the Miniature poetry form for tomorrow's challenge
Not Why, but What
Dear Father, You have been silent for so long. I ask not “Why?” but “What?”
