This weekend we revisit archived challenges of the Imaginary Garden. This affords us the opportunity to catch up on a recent prompt we may have missed or allows us to explore the side bar (2011 – 2017).
Sidebar exploration led me to a ‘Get Listed’ challenge hosted by M, back in December of 2015, who noted that ‘this month’s theme is changing direction.’
He added, ‘As a reminder, please write a new poem, using at least 3 of the following words (or reasonable variants thereof), post it to your blog and link up.
The list: reverse, corner, turn, bottom, peak, edge, limit, choose, bend, close, push, sleep.
And the reversal, if you will: do NOT use the words “new,” “change” or “direction” (or variants / tenses derived therefrom), because bah humbug.’
push
from the bottom up
bending and cornering
away from that reverse gear
peak experience is where you find it
choose life at the limits
close to the edge
turn yourself
around
Paul Scribbles 
I like the shape of this poem! It is like a directional arrow. “peak experience is where you find it” This is a great line. Find your peak and live it, follow the arrow.
Sorry. What just happened here? (hint-hint hee-hee)
Finding your way is all what it’s about,
turn yourself around..
If we cannot do it for ourselves, how will it be done?
kaykuala
choose life at the limits
close to the edge
Life can be most testing if one gets into a jam!
Hank
A great shape, Paul, which illustrates the point!
This is marvelously free of any notion that it is a list poem. That’s making words your own.
Life on the edge is life honed and shimmering.
so much movement in these lines Paul away from the stricture of the list
The construction is clever and suits the theme well.
Life in the fast lane? Take it to the limit?
Those songs come to my mind when I read, for sure not for wimps.
I have a friend who went over the edge, riding his motorcycle on a mountain road in Oregon. His friends made sure he made it to the hospital but went on with their ride. His wife came from Texas two days later. He had a broken neck.
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Turn yourself around…. Who else would have the power? Your poem seems simple, but there is depth we all should ponder.
Aha– something I need! Succinct and clever. Thanks. K.