Gupta-Carlson poems

Narrative non-fiction is my genre. Poetry is my play.

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Planting

Today's prompt is to write a shadorma, a six-line poem with the following syllable count: 3-5-3-3-7-5)

Arms and legs
dig wells in dry soil
for seedlings
to prosper.
Fingers, nails, and hand shovel
make space for new food.


Posted by Himanee Gupta-Carlson at 7:39 PM
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