Much Is Missed

I am sharing this poem with today’s Writers’ Pantry. It’s a shadorma that I wrote this morning. I intended to post something else but honestly think this is the best poem I’ve written recently that hasn’t already been posted.


cast in mist,
the future’s blurry
past is missed,
and today
must be content with distance,
masks and Lysol spray

Looking at Psalm 131

Please read psalm 131 here. It inspired this shadorma in an indirect way. This poem, written after a conversation with a friend which helped to calm my anxiety, is shared with DVerse OLN.


Remember:
Song of quiet trust,
Dig in deep
Stand your ground
Until reinforcements come —
Angels will arrive.

Blossom: A Shadorma

This week’s “Meeting the Bar” is all about the Shadorma form. Like many other forms, it requires a particular syllable count but no rules about rhyme or meter. Due to the form’s unknown origins, Amaya is challenging us to write about some aspect of mystery, life, and death, but Shadormas can be about any topic.


Planted seeds

From darkness they rise:

Potential

Blossoming

Taking variable time,

To see true colors