PAD Challenge #30 For Poetic Asides
For today’s prompt, write a lessons learned poem.
Note: This is the final prompt for the PAD Challenge. Although this is an old lesson, for me, it is one that must be frequently returned to again and again.
Poems make their home
in a soul that might have
holes in it. Words woven
over time, hover there,
create warm covering
from winter wind, which
howls outside, but can’t get
in, bringing air of despair,
or lingering depression.
Would otherwise disrupt,
corrupt a peace, worked
hard to achieve, leaving
only tattered remnants
of things that might have been,
but are no longer. Well penned
verses bring ardor, order to soul
misaligned, marking time, or worse,
believed to be cursed for some
unknown reason. Some unwitting
act of treason, trespass from past
dimmed, doomed to be forgotten.
Poems bring peculiar light, soft
burning candle, handle in darkness.
Beckon a heart to gladness, move
it away from sadness, from gloom,
make room in a soul, filling holes
with words, providing fresh air
to breathe, to live again.
Elizabeth Crawford 11/30/10