The inception of this blog followed some successful entries into poetry contests. One poem was whipped out in about thirty minutes, the other followed a day of research and a more complex process. Throughout my commitment to this venture, I would sometimes be awakened with an idea. I’d hash it out between the hours of 2-4am, maybe jot a few notes if I were fully conscious. Often the ideas would dissipate. But never was I awakened from a dream with a turn of phrase.

But yesterday morning, I was startled awake from a dream with one line…

“She shouted politely…”

Needless to say, I grabbed my notes feature and recorded the line and a few other prompts. Which became the following. This is the third poem I have written lately. Maybe, it is a season for nuance and abbreviated sentiment. For catharsis. For new paths.

She took her requests

And spread them out thin

Hoping the soil was fertile

She took her requests 

And buried them deep

But nothing turned into a bloom

She took her requests

And shouted, politely

But nary an echo returned

So she took her requests 

And tossed them, defeated,

Caught up in the chaos and tumult

And when the storm passed,

There landed a path

Set out like a map, laid before her