I’m just getting home from some wonderful beach time, unpacking piles (I’m an over-packer) and feeling non-vacation reality, slowly moving back into view. I thought I’d keep it simple and revisit Acrostic poetry for my Poetry Friday post.
Also, in a bit of a “poetry telephone game,” I read MaryLee Hahn’s beautiful poem – check it out @ A(nother) Year of Reading and learned she was inspired by one of Audrey Gidman’s June prompt challenges, the word “digging.” The challenge included reading the poem “Digging” by Seamus Heaney and reflecting on something that’s been handed down to you from an elder in your life… Family stories have been a strong tradition for me, so I thought I’d use that for my spark of inspiration.
Happy Poetry Friday to all! This week’s round up is hosted by Michelle Kogan, check out her poetry and art, as well as, more Poetry Friday posts.
Sandy, good-tired, and grateful, Jill
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Your acrostic reminded me of some of this week’s other posts about stories, songs, and objects that have stories being passed down. IT is a beautiful thing. Hope you had a lovely trip:). Happy 4th!
Great words for sand and stories, Jill. (I’m an over-packer, too, and just finished up all the laundry from our beach week a couple of weeks ago!) Have a great rest of the holiday weekend.
Nice play the sand with drifting, very succinct, and inviting pic too. Sounds like you had a lovely time, thanks!
I love poetry telephone game! Ancestral stories do drift, don’t they? They are not static or even “over and done.” Glad you had a wonderful vacation!
Jill, I appreciate your thoughts on the sand at the shore. I am looking forward to be by the sea in two areas in August, Cape May and Long Island. The sea is magical and calming. Your poem adds words that I attest to while at the beach with family. Happy Summer!