Prose poetry, Timed Writing, Writing, Writing as a Discipline

Poetry Prompt: Time to Grow

Posted by lenleatherwood on

I have time to grow
To push past my fear
like a green stalk
slender and fresh
pushing up and out
of the soil
straight to find
the Sun
And I have time to smile
and touch my hair
And dance down the stairs
like a gypsy
wearing earrings and
a red skirt
Down I go
to find
where others wait
with feet poised
for fun

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Published by lenleatherwood

I am a native Texan who has lived for the past 30 years in Southern California. I am a published author of both short memoir and fiction, a two-time Pushcart nominee, a nationally award-winning writing coach, an editor, as well as a Licensed Professional Counselor in the state of Texas. In addition, I am the mother of three grown daughters of whom I am extremely proud, a grandmother of four darling children and the wife of a man I still love after 44 years.

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  1. Pat Bean's avatar Pat Bean says:
    May 16, 2012 at 6:14 am

    I especially like the earrings and red skirt. The speak of being open to life. Thanks for sharing Len.

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    1. lenleatherwood's avatar lenleatherwood says:
      May 16, 2012 at 7:54 am

      Absolutely, Pat. Embracing the feminine and fun.

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