I’m trying something new for a bit. Every Friday, I spend five minutes or so writing on a word prompt from the Five Minute Friday community. Then, I hit publish. Good for the writing muscles.
i taste the quality of the word—
texture switching from fullness to thin
line of threaded hope
what is possible?
realists don’t dance with this word,
they march with it
holding leash firmly,
afraid, a little, to do the deed of dreaming
we want to plant our promise, and hold it, too
possible is less invitation to let imagination
soar through starry skies
than a cold, hard cap on what can be hoped for
no, possible is permission slip
square of golden real estate
telling the truth about potential
teaching us to find fierce inspiration
within fences
You can find the link up for today’s prompt here.
Let me know if you decide to join the Five Minute Friday challenge. I’d love to cheer for you!
Love the poem, its words and rhythms. Great imagery — “realists don’t dance with this word!”
Thank you, Shelley! I appreciate your encouragement.
Lovely poem – inspiring to think of possible as a permission slip to dream big!
Visiting from FMF#33
To me, too. Thank you, Kym!
Your poetry is very good. I especially love the thought-provoking line “no, possible is permission slip.”
~ Cindie, visiting from FMF #40
Cindie, that is so kind! I’m the kind of person who needs permission slips. I appreciate your encouragement.