Wednesday Write-Off: No Anger, But A Dance

Write-Off Prompt for Wednesday, February 3, 2010:

There have been

whisperings in my ear,

so far unintelligible except

[except]

Wednesday Write-Off

wants to morph, transform.

While I await further direction,

I leave you no writing prompt

beyond this:

WRITE ANYWAY

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Last Week's Prompt:

Write a [minimum] 10-line poem

about the last time

somebody

or

something

made you angry.

Rhyming not required.

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The thing of it is,

I haven't been ANGRY

in a very long time.

Annoyed, yes.

Irritated, irked,

often frustrated.

But "angry" - not.

& I decided anger

was not a place I wanted

to revisit

during a really good week.

I have no anger poem.

Instead,

I offer a collage entitled

A Visual Prayer

&

the poem it

prompted

last night.

I have been wanting

you and me

dancing "us" again,

braving the storm-strewn path

we so recently cut

down our center.

I have been wanting

you and me

twirling around the

rubble of distance,

turning atop the

compost of raw reveal,

two-stepping amid

the craters & thrown limbs of

calling this done.

I have been wanting

you and me

to feel our feet --

agile,

able --

tangoing among the debris

of our division,

discovering in the process

the steps to a new dance,

more fluid with

the pulse of difficulty - faced,

more fluent accompanied by

lessons taken & learned,

a free solo of change,

unencumbered,

as we wind our way

forward,

to "us",

anew,

still dancing.

1/26/10

l. antonia brown

isle of sky words

[for Double BB]