Every once in a while, I discover a prompt so great that all I want to do is spend all day writing poetry to it. Today’s Poetic Asides prompt was just such a one. We were asked to write an epigraph poem. There are so many clever and profound quotes out there that I wanted to write to, but I will leave you with these three, for now:
“I hope for nothing. I fear nothing.
I am free.”—Nikos Kazantzakis
wings outstretched
a hawk descends
into evening
“He who laughs last, laughs best.”
—American proverb
he doesn’t move…
I don’t move…
old crow
“All women become like their mothers.
That is their tragedy.
No man does. That’s his.”—Oscar Wilde
looking more like mother
every day…
baby spiders
Prose Posies 
Cara, I love that last one. I agree—this prompt was fun to work with!
I think I could easily do an entire post, responding only to Oscar Wilde epigrams. 🙂
Great post today thanks. I enjoyed reading it very much.
Feel Free to Share this wonderful poem with everyone:
– A River of Time –
Great again, Cara! ‘baby spiders’ is too good!
🙂