Saturday, February 26, 2011

Hinge


This week's prompt at Big Tent Poetry asked us to come up with our own holiday. I didn't come up with a specific holiday, but I thought of something to celebrate...
I would raise my glass
to all that go
from impossible
to inevitable
with no state of being
in between:
snow and tulips
babies and freckles
democracy and wrinkles
you and me
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9 comments:

  1. DJ VorreyerFebruary 26, 2011 at 10:55 AM

    I like this idea very much. And a good title, too.

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  2. UmaFebruary 26, 2011 at 10:57 AM

    All these and many more are worthy to raise a toast.

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  3. AnonymousFebruary 26, 2011 at 11:06 AM

    Lovely, Cheers!

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  4. flaubertFebruary 26, 2011 at 11:07 AM

    I'll raise a toast to your use of the prompt.
    How nicely said, Erin.

    Pamela

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  5. ireneFebruary 26, 2011 at 2:53 PM

    Succinct and delightful!

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  6. AnonymousFebruary 26, 2011 at 3:07 PM

    Impossible to inevitable...nice! Vb

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  7. Tumblewords:February 26, 2011 at 4:16 PM

    Oh, so very nice! Brava!

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  8. DebFebruary 27, 2011 at 6:39 PM

    Oh so clever! I celebrate the hinge, too. But didn't know it quite until just now.

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  9. Annie CoeMarch 13, 2011 at 8:26 PM

    I love this one Erin. Love, love love it. xoxo

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