I love to write short poems in response to Chalkboard’s weekly prompt. I’m often surprised at what emerges. Sometimes it’s embarrassing, especially when folks assume I’m writing about me. Sometimes though, I’m reminded of a time, an experience…
Here’s my response to their last prompt “thrust.”
IT CAME
The news thrust in my face
No gentle way to say
He’s dying.
1/22/20 prompt Thrust by Nyaalo Mia
So am I. We all are really dying and living at once in this moment. I am dancing beside my own grave and being showered with cool blessings from the Universe. I love life. It came into me during Brett’s wedding when I saw his eyes tear up at the sight of his beautiful loving bride, Melissa. Then he turned them toward my own, which were also filled with joyful tears. Love came into me.