This art piece was lying on my sister’s kitchen counter. I picked it up and asked her about it. She said she found some charred wood outside from her outdoor fireplace and experimented with it. She then came inside and added more definition to the flowers with ink. She titled the piece “Out of Ashes.”
I often wonder where our creativity comes from. How sometimes the simplest things can become profound. (My One Little Word this year is Simplicity.)
I played with a haiku form today. Another seemingly simple short form. Out of simplicity, grace.
Out of Ashes
From burnt wood shavings
Flowers grow from buried seeds
Finding breath enoughMargaret Simon, draft
Please write a small poem today and leave it in the comments. Respond to other writers with encouragement and kindness.
Reflections on the Teche 