Monday, April 2, 2012

NaPoWriMo

This is day 2 of National Poetry Writing Month.  It may seem as though I am late in getting started, but I'm going by the practice of posting the day's work on the next day.  I've been out of the habit of writing for several months, but I've not been idle.  I've been a knitting fiend, turning out socks, duffers, scarves and most recently a felted bag and slippers for my daughter.  I'm also teaching a friend to knit. The clicking of the needles and the detached concentration on rhythm and pattern allow thoughts and images to surface without ...needling.  The challenge is remembering them until the end of the row!

Once again, I'm focusing on  distilling language and  expressing it in short forms, but that certainly doesn't dictate how the actual work will appear. So here goes.  This quatrain developed from the last line, and then I followed the  sailing metaphor till it  felt enough.

Do not expect your sails to fill where breezes do not blow.
Do not drop your anchor where rough seas will rip it loose.
Do not lose your compass where gray clouds block out the stars.
Do not harbor hope where it no longer makes its berth.


See you again tomorrow!

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