Slice Of Life/Smallpoems Day 8 (Lost Hours)
dogtrax, Kevin's Meandering Mind, Mar 08, 2020
(I am participating in the March Slice of Life challenge via the Two Writing Teachers site.  Slice of Life is the idea of noticing the small moments. I have been a participant for many years and each year, I wonder if I will have the energy to write every day. This year, I am going […]

(I am participating in the March Slice of Life challenge via the Two Writing Teachers site.  Slice of Life is the idea of noticing the small moments. I have been a participant for many years and each year, I wonder if I will have the energy to write every day. This year, I am going to try to coincide it with my daily poetry writing, and intend to compose small poems on small moments. We’ll see how it goes …)

Day Eight

Plant this lost hour
deep into the ground,
like a flower of hope
and bloom

The clockmaker remembers
only days of dark
and light

The poet forgets
the words discovered,
then writes

The father ponders
the moments, the child
now grown, gone

The teacher reaches
forever forward, faith
beyond

We’re in this yawning room,
pining, in mourning,
for the afternoon

Peace (moving forward),
Kevin