Sun splintered by the trees by the Millstream this morning.
Today’s prompt is to write a paper poem:
The Flow of Meaning
by Beth Weaver-Kreider
Your thoughts, like birds
will flow
across the clear sky
of your mind,
like marks of a scribe
will seep
across the white page
of your dreams,
and meaning will form
from the patterns
that resolve as words
upon the page,
that whirl in the dusk
like a flock of starlings,
separating,
merging,
flowing as one being.
Gratitude List:
1. Pippi the Prius is fixed and out of the shop. It felt sort of like going to pick up a beloved old dog at the vet. There’s something not quite right with the battery. I’m hoping that it’s just because she’s been sitting so much of the time that she’s been getting fixed, and it’ll work itself out. The man at the shop said that it was within 75 cents of being totaled, so they put the detailing stripe on with a decal instead of paint, and gave that to us for free. I am grateful for that quarter we had to spare. And for the crew who fixed her up good as new.
2. Autumn sun, morning and evening, sparkling through the trees, skipping down the fields.
3. Making plans, fortifying, resolving
4. Emma Lazarus’ “The New Colossus”
5. Finding my way into the new dreams
May we walk in Beauty!
