Here is my poem for last week’s prompt, Meditation:
It was a quiet morning,
birds whispered as the sun rose.
Sun melted into white cloud sheets
as if to sleep in that day.
The world was barely stirring,
I closed eyes and cleared mind,
but still, nothing came.
No revelations or epiphanies,
no new thoughts or directions found.
But I was finally, as calm, as the morning.