It’s easy to lose one’s curiosity as one gets older. The rose-tinted glasses crack and get discarded or fall off; habit wears us thin and jaded; everything new feels like just another version of an old way or process or world. The colour leeches out of the new, fresh and curious so quickly, because we are made to adapt so efficiently. It’s in our programme.
But I am grateful for childlike curiosity. I’m grateful for being allowed to hold on to that. I cannot go past a barely-marked path without yearning to know how it looks and where it leads. I’m grateful, because curiosity helps my heart and soul keep time with the constant change of life, even when they are weary.
Right, now I owe three poems. So this Day Six NaPoWriMo prompt helped:
Today’s optional prompt is to write a lune. A lune is a sort of English-language variation on the haiku, meant to better render the tone of the Japanese haiku than the standard 5-7-5 format we all learned (and maybe loved) in elementary school. There are a couple of variants on the lune form, but just to keep things simple, let’s try the version developed by Jack Collum. His version of the lune involves a three-line stanza. The first line has three words. The second line has five, and the third line has three. You can write a poem that consists of just one stanza, or link many lune-stanzas together into a unified poem.
We went to the Rhine
And sat there with lunch, talking.
This was where I died.
My heart was brand-new
But my soul had been blended.
It was time to choose.
We are all dying-
What is a little haste, then,
To begin again?