Honoring the words of other slicers, I am in the process of creating a Cento. All lines are hyperlinked to the originial slicers. From Wikipedia: A cento is a poetical work wholly composed of verses or passages taken from other authors; only disposed in a new form or order.
In mornings our day stretches out
like pulling strands of yarn.
Then shadows disappear at noon.
We say “Oh no, too soon!”
Yet there is a glint of sun; I’m drawn
to walk outdoors, to glance upwards, feel
a touch of bright warmth; then look down, kneel
at the edge of the sidewalk and see
water trickling, calm, waiting to be
a river, knowing that time will free
the passage, release the love in me.
The sun is shining so bright.
Gets me excited
Of warmer days to come
And earlier mornings to enjoy.
I stopped and just stood there
breathing in all that yellow joy
while the dog snuffed impatiently
at the end of the leash.
Today I was reminded
as I finish this piece with love,
I have another piece to work on…
All is quiet again
exhausted and t i r e d . . .