Well, I’ve continued to fall behind in my National Poetry Month prompts, but today I tried to combine poetry with a WordPress prompt. The folks at the WordPress Discover blog are offering a prompt a day throughout the month, and today’s prompt was “curve.”

I started out imagining the curve of my boy’s rump as it pushed against my belly when I was pregnant, then saw my husband holding the baby in his hands. He’s growing so fast now (as when I was pregnant!), and it seems as if someday soon he will be off and exploring the world away from our farm on his own. That’s both exciting and sobering, and good inspiration for a quick writing session.

To give this poem some structure, I threw in a four-syllable line count. And voila!  This isn’t anything special, but it was fun to follow a line of thought through to the end and come back from that musing with this.  Ooh, another curve that became a circle!

Horizons

Cupped and curved,
in his hands,
our boy, the world.
Life comes back ‘round
time and again,
with each season,
with each new dawn.
The horizon
isn’t curved
from my spot here,
the family farm —
and yet I hope
my boy, the world,
always returns.