Like most everybody else, I’m experiencing lots of upheavals lately! I have no huge National Poetry Month plans–just hoping to share an imagepoem here each day (or as often as I can). I’m participating in Laura Shovan’s awesome #WaterPoemProject the best I can, so most of my poems will come from either that or from the PAD (Poem A Day) Challenge at Writers Digest. Grateful for the distraction of poetry and friends!
I’m feeling a bit envious today of snowflakes and geese and evergreen branches, none of whom have to practice social distancing. Here’s today’s #waterpoemproject, from a prompt by Linda Baie:
Kay Mcgriff says
I love this skinny, especially the repetition of touching. I find these so hard to write.
It’s hit and miss for me. If I can figure out the first and last line bookends, and then the most important word I want to hammer home, then it’s easy. But if those elements don’t fall into place pretty quickly, it comes out forced and clunky.
Beautiful and so sad, Laura. I miss “touching recklessly” very much.
Leigh Anne Eck says
Your word choice of unsanitzed takes such a different perspective. And the title is perfect in this time of distancing.
Oh my, that touch of “unsanitized” that makes this poem so sad. Longing to touch like never before. We were meant to touch.
It’s so strange, isn’t it?
Gail Aldous says
What a great title and poem! I see your snowflakes “touching recklessly.” I like your repetition. Few words and so effective.
Thank you, Gail!