Write a “Septolet” that refers to something that is held, something that one might hold.
Septolet?
The Septolet is a poem consisting of exactly seven lines containing exactly fourteen wordswith a break anywhere in between the two verses. Both verses deal with the same thought and create a picture.
it's six am
the moon is up there
autumn sky
sprinkling dew
she's always spying on me
warms up my being
autumn is
pumpkin bonfire scent
candles, always candle-light
haloed flame
it fills my being
I'm in awe
a warm cup of joy
an Himalayan white tea
sacred spot
these leaves have traveled
distant seas
to reach me
pen and paper by my side
safeguarding moments
my thoughts and wishes
which shouldn't be
scattered, lost
in this space
So I heard
She is old, not worth our time
The storm has broken some of her branches
So I heard
She still has bright leaves
Her shade is kind
So I heard
Birds and squirrels make their home in there
The kids have their swing on her branches
So I heard
The electrical cables will be damage
She can’t hold another storm
So I heard
She is hollow
No more flowers and fruits
So I decided
My aged and deformed hands
Will strongly ground to the Earth
I’ll show my power
And my will
I’ll survive the next storm
Recently, we had a heavy storm with tornados touching down near by. Many trees branches broken, and full trees came down destroying houses, cutting electrical cables …, lots of damage. A few days later the city workers came by and cut many trees, the damaged ones and also some healthy ones. This made me so upset. Now we see the left over from their trunks, some indeed were hollow inside, but others had a strong core. I don’t know much about trees’ health, but it should have a way to check if the tree is doing well or not before cut them off.
In Canada, we celebrate thanksgiving this weekend. It’s earlier than the USA thanksgiving celebration. We are up north and the harvest is already in full mode, soon it will be snowing and nothing else to harvest.
It’s a chilly day, 5C/41F this morning. I’m sitting in my living room trying to put words together for this post. Maybe a gratitude list, quotes, poems… not sure what to write.
“What if, today, we were grateful for everything?”
Charlie Brown
So, here are three things I’m grateful for at this moment:
Pumpkin pie season – I got the last one in my favourite bakery yesterday, I know they sell the pies as soon as they are ready, but I only had time to stop by later in the afternoon. The shelves were empty, only one pie was waiting for me.
Hearing from faraway friends they are ok in spite of the craziness in the world.
Making peace with myself, working on acceptance.
“Be present in all things and thankful for all things.”
Maya Angelou
Could you tell me one thing you are grateful today?
Rocking chair Nursing chair Recovering chair Reading chair You are my lovely chair
You are an old maiden My companion for happy and unhappy moments We are together 20 years or so
Your velvety fabric With holes now Shows a life well lived Your wooden body is still strong The cushions are getting softer by the day Always inviting
Nursing chair You have held my weight And my babies weight Innumerable nights The 3 of us Together Rocking without stopping Making precious memories
Recovering chair not so long ago You held my recovering body Gentle rocking, back and forward Taking my mind away To faraway places Where the pain couldn’t reach me
Reading chair you are here now All cozied up By the fireplace Holding me while I read And travel to timeless journeys Wisely rocking
Don’t worry my dear friend Your velvety fabric won’t be replaced It’s part of our story Forever and ever
Inspired by Neruda’s electric, surreal images, write a joyful ode to an ordinary object in your life. It doesn’t matter what it is, think kindly about how to honor and describe this praiseworthy item of yours.