PROGNOSIS & FLIGHT (Poems)
Hey y’all!
It’s Day 4 of National Poetry Writing Month and the prompt is to write a triolet. A triolet is an eight-line poem. All the lines are in iambic tetramenter, and the first, fourth, and seventh lines are identical, as are the second and final lines. This means that the poem begins and ends with the same couplet. Beyond this, there is a tight rhyme scheme (helped along by the repetition of lines) — ABaAabAB.
Here’s my triolet:
PROGNOSIS
By Farah Lawal Harris, © 2023
They say my tumor is shrinking!
And for that, I am so grateful.
Just when I stopped overthinking,
they say my tumor is shrinking.
I stared at fear without blinking
and swore. My healing was fateful,
they say. My tumor is shrinking,
and for that, I am so grateful.
I was feeling extra inspired today and I ended up writing a second poem:
FLIGHT
By Farah Lawal Harris , © 2023
I feel like flying today—
not in a practical way,
but I must say,
this high and I
are meeting for the first time.
You look at me and ask, “Why?”
ask if I’ve discovered a new supply
of healing from Earth. And I sigh
because I feel like flying today,
not mundanely explaining away
why euphoria rung the doorbell
asking for a place to stay.
Depression kicked her out, she said.
Chronic pain triggered her, she said.
Cancer delivered her, we said.
I invite her in, make her bed,
put my baggage to the side
and we fly and fly
and we magnify
and I check my eyes
to see if this is a dream
and I open my mouth to
clouds tasting like ice cream
and I open my soul
and array of colors beam.
This is my personal heaven.
I feel like flying today.
So I will.