Today’s poem answers to two prompts. How did that happen?
I almost wished to write a poem outside of the NaPoWriMo prompt today, for the first time, since it’s about death and I had a happy birthday post to post. But then I learned about the quadrille and the path was paved.
1. Challenge 24: “Today, we’d like to challenge you to write an elegy – a poem typically written in honor or memory of someone dead. But we’d like to challenge you to write an elegy that has a hopefulness to it.”
2. My first contribution to dVerse ~ Poets Pub was spurred on by the hostess Lilian the Home Poet and her take on Quadrille Monday. This is how the challenge is worded: “The quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title. The word gather or a form of the word must be included in the body of the poem.”
My guess is that sometimes I like to be gathered like sheep and pointed to green green grass. So be it.
Hopeful elegy in 44 words
It’s not years gathered, is it.
It’s not like when a dog dies
and you say: 16, a good life.
Does it matter how you die?
in any season.
It’s not that we won’t.