The reason I like to try to write to prompts is because 'writing to order' can be quite a challenge. Yesterday's Poetic Bloomings prompt was called Potluck.
Choose any form we enjoy and write about luck.
Walt (from Poetic Bloomings) called me Lucky Girl yesterday, so I typed the title
And hoped he was right;-)
Better late than never…
I find it utterly astounding how a lawn, completely dead-seeming can turn lush and green after a few
drenching rains...it's a great metaphor of what happens as we respond to the touch of God.
Across the return of spring-like green, surreal
After the laughter of warm August rain
The poet gazes and spins thought’s word-wheel
Willing the whisper of Muse to her brain
Sweet summer morning, unravel a poem
Revive her blight-stricken, heat-smitten mind
Blind her to the kinder duties of home
Where sometimes Poem is so hard to find
Grant this Canuck a bit of Irish luck
Charm Time’s fresh offspring with iambic smile
Humor her hunger with rhymes that don’t suck
Let her be a Lucky Girl for a while
© Janet Martin
(this poem is written strictly for the prompt because I prefer the word grace.
Luck is such a hopeless word)
Poetry Definition of Quatrain
A stanza or poem consisting of four lines. In the basic form, Lines 2 and 4 must rhyme while having a similar number of syllables.