The sixth challenge: to find peace and calm through writing. I thought about when the calmness comes, and I realize that when poems are waiting to be born, there is brainstorm. After the poem is committed to the page, that’s when, for me, there is a momentary (or perhaps longer!) peaceful time, until the next small stone clamours for attention.
a small grey lamp
casts its circle of light
where scribbles argue
demanding space on pages
of white poems. blue fonts
will calm them, ellipses curtain storm
as letters fall onto paper, inner peace returns