The final prompt for the week from Big Tent Poetry http://bigtentpoetry.org/ was to use ‘lung’ in a poem, so for day 10 of NaPoWriMo http://www.napowrimo.net/, true to my promise, I gave it a shot. ‘Lung’ was for me the most difficult prompt I’ve ever seen (I’m starting to agree with Tilly and the wood-chipper solution). The below mind map shows just how devoid my pea brain was. It took forever to come up with anything and forever squared to find something that wasn’t totally negative.DESTINY’S DAY
by Mike Patrick
Down the aisle she slowly paced
to the rhythm of my heart
Already had her beauty graced
my life in every part.
Each graceful step, so refined,
a step toward destiny.
Two in love, lives entwined,
for all the world to see.
When she stepped up, and stood beside
my eager, shaking frame,
something deep inside me cried
this beauty would share my name.
My beating heart became unstrung,
my trembling voice it did betray
Her hand’s soft touch, stole my lungs,
and took my labored breath away.
The spinning lights, I feared I’d swoon,
as the words, “I do,” I weakly cried,
and found myself back in the room,
my arms around my bride.