Day 4

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.






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