Almost a poem
Almost every word you say
or sing or write or hear
almost every word
contains a poem
or deserves a poem.
Almost, for example.
Not all or most
or most of all
but a daily word
first with a forgotten L
clonking along behind
tied like a tin can
on the loose
sort of like Just Married
until the string wore thin.
Almost is on every horizon
absolute, ultimate
calling, always calling.
Until. Until…
~ Rachel McAlpine 2020
It’s time to start writing almost a poem almost every day and letting some of them loose half-baked. Every day is easier than now and then. And on a blog, I can edit them any old time.
While I am often accused of waxing eloquent and even being poetic, I can’t write poems if my life depended on it. I applaud you your ability to.
Born that way!
That is almost a great idea. I almost think I will take you up on the challenge. I almost can finish the bananas now ripening on our counter. Ours are almost beginning to resemble yours.
This was a delightful wee chat, Elizabeth. Good morning!
Thanks.
This was beautiful! I was beaming from ear to ear while reading this almost-poem.
Oh, this was quite novel. With a few more words perhaps it could become a book, almost.
Hm, there’s a thought