The Weekly Prompt 6.15.26
The Summer Solstice
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Below is a seven-line prompt. These prompts help guide you through the creation of a poem. You can fill in the blanks with your own lines or draw inspiration from the framework provided.
This week’s prompt is designed to help you connect with the Summer Solstice.
The Title: “The Still _____”
Line 1: “Sun that ______”
Line 2: “Peak ________”
Line 3: “Pause ________”
Line 4: “Celebration ______”
Line 5: “Understand ______”
Line 6: “Skies ________”
Line 7: “Waited ________”
I wanted to share mine this week…
The Still Sun Has Arrived
Sun that travels, peak to peak,
pausing both in darkness and then
here in celebration. The light
makes the shadows and the inverse,
this I understand as I stand under
patient skies. This is the dream
I waited for, a culmination.
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“The still water runs deep” it’s said,
though the Sun that dapples its surface
seems shallow and brief,
peak-points dancing
without pause until clouds come.
"Sunlight is a celebration of Life" it's said,
but can we truly understand that Life ceaselessly flows
and has always known the ever-changing skies?
Life - air fire water and earth -
all the sacred have waited, patiently,
a thousand hundred billion circumambulations,
to finally let down a mother’s-milk brightness,
deep into my suckling eyes
that long for their blessing.
(First time out here; first poem in 35 years, too! Thank you for the inspiration.)
The Still breath
Sun hovers mid sky
Peak of light holding steady
Pause and appreciate
Celebrations and joy abound
Understand the sacred ritual
Skies of piercing blue
Waited for this midsummers moments