4 April 2019
Today, we’d like to challenge you to write your own sad poem, but one that, like Teicher’s, achieves sadness through simplicity. Playing with the sonnet form may help you – its very compactness can compel you to be straightforward, using plain, small words.
Friend of my heart, she feared the world
of the magical, the invisible curled
into dew drops, snowflakes, robin’s song;
never dared peek beyond the border
of reality’s hardware, material order,
sift through dreamtime’s jewels, beads
for quiet cues, mysterious leads
or tiptoe thru the puzzle of light and dark
to pursue inspiration’s spark;
musical notes played out in her mind,
write them down? compose?
to her precious gift she turned a blind
eye, withdrew into illness, a wilted rose,
gone—her fragrance I cannot find.