This is part of a writing challenge. Click here to read more about it.
A stolen moment
A wicked glance
Perhaps something about a trance
A quiet spell
She says to tell
She’s unable to control or quell.
Awaited days
Asked for in prayers
Counted days
In the showers of May
A random verse
Of rhyming words
No rhyme or reason
It’s just a season.
A quiet space
My happy place.
A world of rhymes and seasons.
If, as you were reading through that, you were trying to figure out what it means, let me save you some time. It means absolutely nothing.
When I write poetry or any other piece of writing, I have a routine of sorts. I clear my head of any specific thoughts, and just wait and see what come to mind. Some times there will be a specific word or phrase that’s stuck in my head, and sometimes I’ll sit for a while, and then be presented an idea.
Once I have something, whether it be a word, a phrase, or a rhyme, I start messing with it in my head. So, I’ll see what rhymes, what sounds good what rolls off the tongue in a way I enjoy. Then, I start writing. Sometimes I have a message to share, other times I just write until a message forms. Then, I go back and edit.
Today, I decided that I didn’t want to share any message. I simply wanted to rhyme and write something that rolled off my tongue right. The phrase: A stolen moment, a wicked glance was stuck in my head. I thought perhaps I’d try to flesh out some prose with those phrases, but as I continued writing, I began marveling in the way it all sounded. Regardless of meaning. So, just for today, here’s a peek into what the most random rhymes in my mind sound like.
I enjoy poetry, and when my mind is in that creative, rhyming, poetic place, its when I feel most at home. Though usually written with a purpose, today’s poem is about being at home, and the satisfaction my poetic mind feels there.
~ Prisha Khimavat ~
Duration: 31 minutes and 12 seconds (I got a little distracted)
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