a poem of my own, a humble inchworm
Every once in a while, I will share a poem of my own, written in response to these open door prompts. Here’s my draft from yesterday’s creative invitation, to make your own ars poetica, or address your art form directly. Please feel free to share yours in the comments ~ no need to be perfect!
INCHWORM ARS POETICA
by Abriel Louise Young
Tiny inchworm, neon green
on the floor, bright surprise
snuck in the door—
is this how you move forward?
Looping & turning,
loping with yearning?
You cover ground
by learning how your body
feels, bending at the waist
to grasp space? Sweet
baby moth! Vulnerable
to hungry birds &
wasps; juicy soft.
Just a little larvae hoppingÂ
over your own legs,
looking like a snack.
Gentle but uncon-
cerned—bringing
your loose ends back,
touching your now
& thens together.
How irrationally
friendly this movement is,
meant for no audience.
Tiny vibrations, clapping
yourself like a cymbal,
measuring time
in petite proportions,
forming a slim
green question
mark of your life—
Creative Invitation
Sharing our creative play with others strengthens the flow of inspiration. Try it! Add a rough new paragraph, poem, stanza, sketch to the comments. Or, privately share something you’ve made with a trusted companion who will reflect your beauty and brilliance back.