This week’s Haibun Monday which I am responding to on a Tuesday, is about why we write the way we do. It’s a tough question and a challenging prompt but a fun one to complete! I was looking forward to seeing what I would come up with and what my fellow poets would write as well.
Sometimes it feels slow and painful to put pen to paper. Other times it’s like a heavenly muse inspires, and I am its scribe. Sometimes my poetry begins darkly, but I try to be careful around quicksand, and grab the hand of God, my hope, before any negativity sucks me under.
Why does spring return,
Fighting, dancing with seasons?
They are taking turns.