In an ongoing series, the editors, former contributors, and readers of Eclectica have been invited to write a poem containing four pre-chosen words. The words for this issue are branch, daughter, wrinkle, and globe.
If you would like to participate in the next special poetry assignment, the new words are iron, paper, sundial, and doctor.
(These are excerpts—click on the title to view the whole poem)
Two Word Poems
I think of the tree
taking it all back.
My Daughter Questions
Grandma can't see
me from underground, right?
At breakfast a flake appears.
He calls it a leaf fallen from a branch.
the rough hands
of the seasons turning you,
a blindfolded child
We hum to the lullaby
of the wind-stirred maple, the rattle of sycamore leaves.
In 1987, I had only flown once and the earth