When I included “abandon” as a prompt, I imagined things left behind. I was feeling that kind of abandon yesterday, but I want to leave that behind. This morning when I thought of abandon, I thought of wild abandon: bright colors, spinning until falling, rolling down hills. The surrender kind of abandon. This bliss kind of abandon.
I’ll try to bring both aspects of abandon to a poem to fit yesterday’s Poetics prompt: In the Light of Other Days.
November PAD Chapbook Challenge
Today’s prompt is to write a nature poem.
The Worry Exchange
I ask my morning
what I can abandon
to enable a feeling
of wild abandon
Worry, said the morning
abandon your worries
like branches abandon
their leaves to the wind
and I hear the lawn
is getting too long and
you have dishes in your sink
and I remember the black grit on
the gray kitchen tiles
I ask my morning
how to abandon
all the worries I’m facing
so I can feel reckless abandon?
Face them with action
So I mow the lawn with abandon
and as the grass abandons inches
I turn my ankle
but I do not abandon my mission
I yell the pain at the wind
and for once
the pain walks off
when I finish and lock the mower in the shed
I find that my shed keys are lost
most likely locked inside the shed
and while not finding my keys
I notice the drip from the outside faucet
drip, drip, abandoning water
(and money) into the mud
which is worrying
Experience Writing 
I enjoyed the fun way you decided to deal with the meaning of abandon, But now the drip, drip, drip is worrying me too!
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I love the play on both senses of abandon: to live with wild abandon, we have to abandon all our cares, it’s true!
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Thank you. I felt a bit of that wild abandon yesterday when a happy accident revealed a new photography technique. I love that feeling.
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Wow! This is fabulous!
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Thank you. I appreciate your saying so.
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“abandon your worries like branches abandon their leaves to the wind,”.. this is so lovely! Sage advice here. 💝💝
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My mother was an inveterate worrier, especially about what needed doing and wasn’t going to do itself. She lived life as if she had a gun to her head, but if that was so, she was holding it herself.
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a charming poem – I love how the morning talks to free you
“abandon your worries
like branches abandon
their leaves to the wind”
but as the day progresses more worries come weighing the poem down at the end
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Thank you.
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This was a great poem!
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Thank you.
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