Today, I am trying my hand at a skinny, a poetic form crafted by Truth Thomas. Eleven lines. Lines one and eleven are any length, using all the same words (11 usually is a scramble of 1). All the other lines are one word each, and lines 2, 6, and 10 are the same word. I started this one, thinking it would take the startling turn of my mother’s original phrasing, but it got a little defiantly dark at the end.

Pile Up
a skinny by Beth Weaver-Kreider
“Some days just pile up with good things.” —my mother

Some days just pile up with good things
even
when
it’s
gray
even
when
the
sun
even
with good days some things just pile up

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Gratitudes:
1. Break begins tomorrow
2. This little set of Advent candles
3. Drinking water from my mother’s barley ware
4. When I read a poem that seems to be meant for my moment
5. Big warm sweaters
May we walk in Beauty!