I had many ideas this morning. Thoughts of writing about gems (my children), whispers (my thoughts) or peace (to elaborate on what I wrote with Rupi Kaur in January).
Then I read this blog that shared a poetry form that caught my attention. It was made up by a Poetry Friday participant. This suddenly moved me to write something short. I scribed one (LAmiPoFri) very quickly, I ‘ paused, took a look around me and shared the moment.’
NOW
Whirr of the fan
creates it’s breeze
touches my shoulders
Cools me down
Out of the window
Sun peeps
Over the roof of
Mr. Neighbor’s house
Crow up above
Caws
That sound
repeats
Every now and then
Drawing the morn to noon.
GIFTS 
Oh, I love this- it really brings us into your time and place!
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Ooooh, I’m so glad I hopped on your post, as I am on a search for inspiration. Love the pausing, noticing, and sharing. I love the details of the whirling fan, the cawing crow, and “Drawing the morn to noon.”
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This is how slicing works: you have your ideas ready and then life offers you something new to write about. How lovely that a poem was born today.
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