Every month in the Time to Write Community (part of Teach Write), we have a challenge or two to get our creative juices flowing to areas they might not have considered.
The challenge for February is “My Life in Five Sentences,” and since I’m usually trying to pull something together on the last day of the month, I thought I’d take an early stab at it.
Well, everything came to me as images, and as poetry instead of prose. I wrote it and shared it with my fellow Time-to-Writers, and then debated sharing it here. It’s pretty personal, and a little bit raw, but hey. That’s — literally — Life.
My Life in Five Sentences I was born a half-century ago In a centuries-old city of Fog, smokestacks, wharves, And old brick. At ten, I was dragged off to Lower Suburbia, Different Province, A community of cookie-cutter houses, No ocean, few friends, And too many bullies. My intuition led me to safe places In the forms of teachers, And books, and libraries, with My own words pouring onto the page. My twenties and thirties meant Home, Back to my city of bricks and mist, Marrying my mister, rocking an empty cradle, And countless days assuming different names With the front of the class my stage. My forties were a blur stirred up By a noon crosswalk and a Ford Focus, Relearning to walk straight, to think straight, And a slow regenesis of Self, With my words being the last to return, At the age of fifty.