Sharing three 11-word poems today.
Still
For someone who craves stillness,
my life moves pretty fast
still.
Word Count: 11
Death and Life
Kara passes
A plane crashes
And my lilac tips are pregnant.
Word Count: 11
Note: A plane crashed in the French Alps this morning. I heard this during the news reporting: “Altitude is time.” Meaning, I suppose, that the higher you are, the more options you have.
Related:
How To Recover the Lost Art of Dying Well: What Kara Tippetts Taught Us by Ann Voskamp
Forcing Flowers
Bruise the cut ends.
Set them in water.
Force the flowers.
Word Count: 11
All the One Word Less for Lent 2015 posts are bundled here.
Questions for you:
How does “altitude is time” apply to life?
Since we can’t slow time, how can we make the most of it?
Have you followed Kara’s story? What did her life and death teach you?
I didn’t know you could force lilacs to flower like forsythia. Have you ever successfully forced lilacs? What is the significance of bruising?
Can you write an 11-word poem and share it in the comments?
In the stillness,
Sandy
Love your beautiful flowers! And your words…as always! I also heard *altitude is time.* I thought it was interesting as well. Something to mull over. Love your precious heart! <3
I know… those words just jumped right out at me as the news was playing in the background. Love you, Lynn.
Here today
Gone tomorrow
No more pain and
No more sorrow . . .
Blessings, Sandy!
Beautiful, Martha! And amen.