I’m making up my own form. Because I can. One of the things I love about writing in any poetic form, such as sonnets or pantoums or sestinas, is that it’s an intellectual exercise with specific rules. Sometimes you break the rules. Because you can.
So here’s my own invented form for today: Let’s call it a Boomerang.
A Boomerang, I say, is composed of one or more six-line stanzas.
Lines 1 and 6 are the same, and are three syllables each,
Lines 2 and 5 rhyme, and are four syllables each,
and lines 3 and 4 rhyme, and are six syllables each.
Here’s my inaugural Boomerang. See how it comes back to where it started?
and the winds blow
chill through the golden room,
herald of spring, or doom.
Which? You can’t know.
1. Someone is humming, just going about his morning routine humming.
2. Someone outside in the holler is drumming in the treetops.
3. Today, My parents are coming for a little while. If people are fully vaccinated and they’re wearing masks, can they hug?
5. Chipping sparrows are so precious. Rusty-capped, chickadee-sized, they move more thoughtfully than the brazen flippity chickadees.
May we walk in Beauty!
“First is the fall. Then we recover from the fall. Both are the mercy of God.” —Julian of Norwich
“Nothing is more beautiful than the uniqueness that God has created. You don’t have to create the beauty—you’ve already got the beauty. You don’t have to create the freedom—you’ve got it. You don’t have to create the image of God in you—you have it. You don’t have to win over God’s love—you have more than you know what to do with.” — Father Thomas Keating
“An early-morning walk is a blessing for the whole day.” —Henry David Thoreau
“Preach the Gospel at all times, and when necessary, use words.” ―St. Francis of Assisi
“I believe in kindness. Also in mischief. Also in singing, especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed.” ― Mary Oliver
“Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.” ―Gabriel Garcia Marquez
“We live in capitalism. Its power seems inescapable. So did the divine right of kings. Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings. Resistance and change often begin in art, and very often in our art, the art of words.” ―Ursula K. Le Guin
“True individual freedom cannot exist without economic security and independence. People who are hungry and out of a job are the stuff of which dictatorships are made.” ―Franklin D. Roosevelt
“The world is remade through the power of fierce women performing outrageous acts of creative rebellion.” —Louise M. Pare