Ahhh, I'm finally returning to my previous schedule of writing (at least) a poem a week using the new Carry On Tuesday site prompts. It feels good to put pen to paper, allow ink and images to flow and meld, to not judge my work right at first but let it settle in, knowing that it will definitely require revision and reworking, but being okay with it...for now.
This week's Carry On Tuesday Prompt #56 comes from the opening words of Salman Rushdie's book Enchantress of Florence: "In the day's last light...."
Day's Last Light
Lowering myself to sit
on wooden porch steps
in the day's last light,
pulling in deep gloaming breaths
that purify body and spirit as
the rosy sky brightens
the sun slyly winking as it
disappears past purpling hills.
The quiet descends, too.
As birds settle into nests,
their songs all sung,
bats swoop darkly against
fading hues of the western sky.
I let it enter,
allowing it to rinse away
trivialities that seemed
so pressing during daylit hours:
.....the kids' squabbling over chores,
.....the worries over unpaid bills,
.....the stresses of daily living
..........filling body and soul
all filtered away
until I'm left with calm,
I curl into Him, content,
and He rocks me to sleep on His breast.