in the middle of love
in the middle of life
in the middle of London
what am I to do?
I could do a fuck-lot worse
than being
stuck
in
the middle
with you
We are in London for a dear friend’s wedding … Prompt: Because we’re halfway through NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that reflects on the nature of being in the middle of something. The poem could be about being on a journey and stopping for a break, or the gap between something half-done and all-done.
Respect! You show courage
And sometimes I forget
Your support is like the floor beneath me
I don’t look where I tread
Our swirling, whirling life
We never seem to stop
but pause, fleetingly, in slipstreams, shouting:
“We’ve really done a lot”
The way you face things, the man you are
And it’s not easy, marriage
I don’t say this often enough:
Respect! You show courage
I’m doing National/Global Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo / GloPoWriMo) – write one poem, per day throughout April. Today’s prompt/challenge for 13th April was this: the number 13 is often considered unlucky, so today I’d like to challenge you to beat the bad luck away with a poem inspired by fortune cookies.
