Pen in hand, she paused, melted back into the rocker and closed her eyes. Daytime said goodnight a while ago. Another poem written, posted and stored in the flat 8” cyber box. Like Mary Poppins bottomless bag, she could pull one out at will, but so many sat still, untouched for years. She recalled the initial suggestion, to start writing poems, and she smiled, amused at her instant obedience of such an uncanny request.
The urgency to meet a deadline all to fall silent after.
Purpose is realized long after the night is past. When it is over and done it was a time and there was never enough of it.
Ah, but maybe there was always more than one believed.
Time is tucked in a pocket of eternity and will continue long after I am gone. Who knows, my words may yet rise.
Dversepoets.com today we write another Prosery. It can be flash fiction, non fiction, or creative non-fiction, as long as it is prose and includes a selected line from a famous poem. This time the line is from
–Allison Adelle Hedge Coke, “A Time
When it is over and done it was a time and there was never enough of it.
I went with a little creative non-fiction. I write with hope of something more than what meets the eye.