Who knows what each new day will bring?
Three dogs wiggling outside my door–
my feeding them, them wanting more.
The world reaches out for me and more.
Those worlds imagination brings
come whining louder at my door.
Now and always at time’s door
I offer words and ask for more
than what, I know, the years will bring.
Agape once more, that final door brings me at last to face my fears.
I bring myself to cross its sill, still hoping there will be some more.
The WordPress prompt is “Tricky” and and NaPoWriMo prompt is to write a tritina–a poetic form that involves three three-line stanzas and a final concluding line. Three “end words” are used to conclude the lines of each stanza, in a set pattern of ABC, CAB, BCA, and all three end words appear together in the final line. I cheated and used two concluding lines instead of one. This poem meets both prompts. Tricky.