“The word is mindful.”
That’s all she said.
So, I’ve carried that word
All week in my head.
With less than a day now,
To write or leave blank.
I will make a deposit,
But not to the bank.
These words of the week—
Meant to prompt and to guide,
With the word being “mindful”
I think deep and wide.
I’ve been watchful, attentive,
Alert and aware.
I tried reading, tried focus.
I’ve put this in prayers.
My time is expired.
No story to tell.
No lesson, no moral.
No warning. Oh well.
I’ve a mission, unrelated.
A thirty day goal.
My fingers on keyboard
Have been on a roll.
I’ve written, rewritten.
I’ve polished and scrolled.
I’ve deleted and pasted.
As my novel unfolds.
What some would call nagging
This voice is no pest.
It’s a call to be mindful—
“Let this manuscript rest.”
Six years it’s been floating
And drifting along.
It has not been forgotten.
For its message is strong.
It tells of real lives,
Real ladies – renamed.
Their friendship and secrets,
Their losses and gains.
But fruitless? Or wasted?
Was my week misused?
I hope not. I think not.
I was mindful to prove.
Spent most of this week
Checking plot and suspense.
Will my editor laugh?
Does my humor make sense?
Did I use the word mindful?
Could not find a good place.
But … will I make my deadline?
Yes, if I keep up this pace!