Stringing moments

The dVerse prompt today is prose poetry. It seems as though it’s not too different to prose, so I’m giving it a whirl.


Take time as it comes, tick-tocking in its pre-ordained rhythm, the same for you, the salmon in the river and the robin singing in the tree. Raise your eyes from the clock and watch clouds form and reform and the play of light on dappling water. Count the irises on the bank and the clouds of celandine, watch the ripening of blackberries and the turning of the leaves, day by day.

Make a painting of the minutes, a novel of the hours and spread them about you, a bulwark against the slowing of the blood. Build climbing trellises for roses and string vines between tall trees for shade and fruit. String moments like pale-faced daisies on a chain of green. Shape your space and fill it with beauty.

In time, all things whither and die, so set your seed, build your mountains circled with soaring gulls, and sing the songs that whisper in the wind, strum the strings of winter sedge, and live each moment that the earth gives.



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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

40 thoughts on “Stringing moments”

  1. I liked this sentence: “String moments like pale-faced daisies on a chain of green.” It is also good advice to shape and fill one’s space with beauty. I don’t think prose poetry is very different from prose either.

    1. Thanks Frank. Maybe it just means that the phrases have to be complete and make sense. Often in free form poetry there are leaps that have to be made and broken phrases that can be ambiguous.

  2. Yours is perfection, rocking the prompt. It contains so much meat, and serves as a tribute to all writers-=-love the line /make a painting of the minutes, a novel of the hours/.

  3. This is beautifully written Jane, uplifting and gorgeous, your words pure poetry.
    Kind regards
    Anna :o]

  4. I like the wisdom and the beautiful descriptions in this prose poem, Jane. That’s a great way into the poem, time and putting all of nature’s creations on a level, encouraging us to cloud gaze and nature watch.
    I adore the second stanza!

    1. Thank you, Walter for appreciating it! We all seem to be getting so hung up on middle aged men’s egos that we are letting the world and all the important things slip by unnoticed.

  5. What a beautifully visceral reminder that time should be spent on that which feeds our souls. It’s so easy to be distracted by things which do exactly the opposite of that. Lovely, Jane. 💜

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