TODAY (a shadorma)
Came upon me fast
Heard a bird
Opened my eyes
Surprise! Before I blink twice
© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
For Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (doncha love that name?), the suggestion was to reach into your jar of short scribbles, pick out a slip (or the back of an envelope, or a cocktail napkin, or the back of a church announcement!), and expand into a poem – surprise, a shadorma from one who generally eschews form. Peace, Amy
September 17, 2012 at 12:14 am
Yes…..in a blink…that’s the key word…loved this…
Sharp Little Pencil
September 20, 2012 at 11:14 pm
Thanks so much. Popping over to see you now. You caught me at my tamest, ha ha ha. A
September 17, 2012 at 1:46 am
Beautiful “scribble” Amy! Wish I could slow these blink and gone days down a little! Thank you for sharing what you write!
Sharp Little Pencil
September 20, 2012 at 11:28 pm
Debbie, sorry I have been out of touch. Thanks so much for this. One of my calmer moments, huh? hee hee
September 17, 2012 at 3:05 am
Scribbles you said.! It takes great talents to come up with this! Nicely Amy!
September 17, 2012 at 5:00 am
whoops, there goes another 16 hours (I have Sinatra singing that in my head)
September 17, 2012 at 7:56 am
it certainly can go fast!
September 17, 2012 at 8:22 am
Yes, it goes like a blink of an eye ~ Happy day to you ~
September 17, 2012 at 9:00 am
There will always be days like this!
Each word was so carefully chosen and well-placed that this piece has huge impact. I love it.
September 17, 2012 at 9:02 am
I didn’t blink
September 17, 2012 at 9:29 am
Fabulous or frantic
Days fly fast, then they’re done
Must find joy, purpose, peace
In each one.
September 17, 2012 at 11:12 am
blink. And the moment is gone. Fun!
September 17, 2012 at 11:13 am
Beautiful, loved the bird as the notice of the day starting.
Sherry Blue Sky
September 17, 2012 at 12:34 pm
Whole YEARS are going by like that, for me. Yoiks. I want it to slow down!!!!!
September 17, 2012 at 7:34 pm
Shadormas are one of my favorite short forms–this one is as agile as the speed-dialing of tomorrow it describes–yep, it just gets worse, too. Sometimes the whole week just blows off somewhere while you’re looking the other way.
September 18, 2012 at 7:23 am
Oh, yes…doesn’t this ring with truth. Nice gem, Amy. Thank you for your kindly visit, my friend.
September 18, 2012 at 8:47 am
I’d forgotten about this form. Thanks for the memory tweak!!
September 18, 2012 at 3:09 pm
This is like a petit four, a dainty snack at a party or wedding: sparkling and tasty.
September 21, 2012 at 5:42 am
Indelible words for an obscure sextetlet style poem♫