Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Zigzag (Poem)


Zigzag: no
butterfly ever
opened wings
to confine
beauty in darkness, closed them
to hold lift in air.

© 2011 Maureen E. Doallas

I'm participating in the #Trust30 challenge, an online writing initiative. Pledging, which is ongoing, began May 31. Generally, a prompt will be posted here daily for the next 30 days. You'll find my first response to the first prompt here

The prompt for this poem, in Shadorma form (six lines of 3-5-3-3-7-5 syllables, respectively), is from Liz Danzico:

Your genuine action will explain itself, and will explain your other genuine actions. Your conformity explains nothing. The force of character is cumulative. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

If "the voyage of the best ship is a zigzag line of a hundred tacks," then it is more genuine to be present today than to recount yesterdays. How would you describe today using only one sentence. Tell today's sentence to one other person. Repeat each day.


Louise Gallagher said...

This sounds fascinating, enlightening and fun!

S. Etole said...

You've taken on some intriguing challenges ...