Today, in honor of the always-becoming nature of poetry, I was challenged to select a photograph from the perpetually disconcerting @SpaceLiminalBot and write a poem inspired by one of these odd, in-transition spaces.
I chose this amazing photo from the Space Liminal Bot and decided to use the sevenling form for my poem today. To read an excellent definition of this form, click here. My simplified explanation is this: The poem consists of two stanzas of three sentences in each stanza that seem connected directly or indirectly in some way. The last line acts as a kind of a punch line.
Perspective in Seven Yesterday my mother stood tall; looking up and out with grace. Her only daughter, I stumbled my way through life, head down. Today I watched her grandson look over the top of her withered frame that curled inward. Life changes in the blink of an eye; what once was, is no more. Some love the constant, the conforming, the compliant, the correct. I tower above all that now--blooming, bohemian head held high--eyes forward to the future. We are only as tall as we live. --a draft by Carla Jeanne Picklo Jordan
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