I wrote a poem last week.  I wanted to do something special for my friend Jenny for her birthday. I’m known to write silly rhymes, but I’m not the type to write a serious poem. I have never taken a poetry class. Never even read much poetry.

So when I sat down to write, I stared at the blank page.

Finally, I wrote some words. I crossed them out. I wrote some more. Then crossed them out. Then, instead of trying so hard, I simply thought of Jenny and of our friendship. I jotted down what came to mind. I liked what I saw. I shifted words, played with the rhythm, the thoughts. Linked them in my mind and on paper.

Was this poetry?

Perhaps there are no rules to creating something you like. Something that you can share with others. An artful expression of thought…

FRIENDSHIP  by Sonya Elliott

Thursday

True freedom. Open.

Pens will flow.

 

A place

Joined at the heart.

Friendship.

 

Connected souls

Thinking, growing, teaching.

This I know.

 

In comes the light

With mindful breaths.

Together.

 

WRITING PROMPT: Grab your pen and take a stab at poetry…