At dVerse, we have been challenged to take one line from the poem “Burning the Old Year” by Naomi Shihab Nye, and incorporate that one line into a poem of our own. Perhaps the greatest challenge of this prompt is to choose just one line from her poem which is filled with wonderful lines. (I ended up using the final two lines of her poem as the final 2 lines of mine).
The walks not taken don’t hurt my feet
but they starve my eyes of scenery
The stories left untold won’t leave my throat parched,
but leave empty the ears of my friends
The pies left uneaten may leave me un-fat
but my mouth devoid of flavour
If I don’t risk love, I fear no heartbreak,
but I break bread alone
The giggles not shared with my children and wife
leave my sides without an ache, but not my soul.
The never-lit bonfire won’t burn my skin
but will leave me shivering
only the things I didn’t do
crackle after the blazing dies.