To him I go
Any other I write
Would’st ire incite
Today’s prompt was to write a clerihew – a short-and-sweet quatrain with a person’s name at the start of it. There was something to do with line length (maybe) and suggestions as to whom we might consider worthy of a place in our poem.
Which sucked, because there are SO MANY to whom I would have front and centre-stage in my poem:
Rod – who writes so bravely and with such love
Cindy – who has FUN, and promotes others so beautifully
Jesi – who writes real and raw and beautiful
Scott – who can write the depths and breadths of life
Beth – who doesn’t write nearly enough poetry, but can STUN me with her words
Hasty – who *is* my heart
…but in being stymied I shall invite you – make a difference with words -write free, and write real. It matters.