Writing for five unedited minutes on the prompt “Friend” for Five Minute Friday.
Oh, my sweet daughter,
I hate to see your heart break.
Your friend, the one who writes you sparkly notes
the one who gives you hugs whenever you meet
Patience, you slay me
with your silence.
No answers, no exit, no relief
Yet every day you sit beside me
as we watch the sun rise again.
This is a poem written in five minutes flat, on the prompt “Slow” for the Five-Minute Friday linkup.
Slow is a breath of fresh air
after writing for days and days,
copying, pasting, editing, sending.
I open the front door
and step out into February sunshine
seventy degrees and breezy.
Writing for five unedited minutes on the prompt, Weak. Thoughts about my new book on the fruits of the spirit.
When my love is weak, apathy spreads.
When my joy is weak, irritation climbs.