It's time to word weave, one of my favorite ways to play with thoughts. A new-to-me poetic form was shared last week by fellow poetry writer/slicer, Rose Cappelli. It is called the Magic 9 and it was developed by accident. "This 9-line poem does not have any rules as far as meter or subject matter--just a rhyme scheme: abacadaba". You can read more about this poetic form here.
I share my first attempt at a Magic 9 poem based on a walk with my little granddaughters by the creek in my new neighborhood. Almost four-year-old Sierra rides her bike noting what is along the path. She excitedly discovers some dandelions. "Look Grandma, there are dandylions."