Captured, or: Leave little to the

An acrostic poem

I cringe at the expectant look;
My heavy sigh hangs in the air;
Again, her "imagination
Game" resumes, as I turn my thoughts
Inwards; tune out my child's prattle;
Nod supportively when it seems
Appropriate; wait patiently
Till we arrive at school; walk her
Into the building; and then run
Off to catch my bus, relieved I
No longer have to make believe.

Tanka Tuesday

For Tanka Tuesday, Colleen encourages us to write syllabic acrostic poems on any of the following words:

  • Magical;
  • Charm;
  • Specter;
  • Fantasy;
  • Conjure;
  • Unicorn;
  • Imagination;
  • Oracle;
  • Malevolence

For this prompt, poems must have a syllable count of 8, 9, or 10 syllables per line.

Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

Ben Harper (b. 1969)

Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!

53 thoughts on “Captured, or: Leave little to the”

  1. I enjoyed my kids’ imagination, and I have to say, they were seldom bored.
    But yes, I did need a break after playing for an hour. And my husband and I are only learning now some of the things the two of them got up to. ๐Ÿ˜‚

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