Day 10: National Poetry Month
I took today’s prompt from @sensewords on Bluesky: Prompt 208: wonder, melody, weakening.
Knife Edge
Stay near, but
let my hand slip
softly from your fingers
breathe the words —
the unsung lyrics
of goodbye.
I’d take you with —
the view from here,
breathtaking —
but it’s a one-way ticket
and I only have the one.
Other National Poetry Month Posts
- National Poetry Month, Texas Style!
- Apricots: a Tanka Encompassing Three Prompts
- Bee Sting: Day 2 of National Poetry Month
- Cacophony and CBD: Day 3 in Nonsense Verse and Found Poetry
- Technically, a Writer: Day 3 of National Poetry Month
- Dive: Day 4 of National Poetry Month
- Storm Front: Day 4 of National Poetry Month
- Energized: Day 5 of National Poetry Month
- Grump: Day 5 ½ of National Poetry Month
- Future Frittered Away: Day 6 of National Poetry Month
- Hell, Hell, Hell: Day 7 (More or Less) of National Poetry Month
- Insomnia: Day 8 of National Poetry Month
- Juxtaposition: Day 9 of National Poetry Month
- Knife Edge: Day 10 of National Poetry Month
- Lost a Day: Day 11 of National Poetry Month
- Many Definitions: Day 12 of National Poetry Month
- New Form – Quadrille Quaiku: Day 13 of National Poetry Month
- Ode to Imagination: Day 14 of National Poetry Month
- Pixellated People: Day 15 of National Poetry Month
- Quintessential, Querulous Quintet: Day 16/17 of National Poetry Month
- Renewal: Day 18 of National Poetry Month
- Secrets of the Terrarium: Day 19/20 of National Poetry Month
Your Turn!
Leave me a comment or a poem?
Suicide or murder or simple leave taking. Spouses, lovers, friends or parent-children or children-parent. The poem you wrote applies to so many things.
It does. When I wrote it, I had an image in mind of someone who was terminally ill trying to wordlessly comfort a loved one being left behind. But it could certainly apply to any leave-taking, and that wider interpretation was intentional. What I did not want was for it to be depressingly sad. That wasn’t where the prompt words led me.