Once in a lifetime,
maybe twice, but no more,
you realise that you are turning
from growing to giving back:
ripening.
The fruit, grain and light know.
Your body knows from the settling
in your chest — a quiet pause,
in which you’re not quite ready
to let go.
Everything ripens:
wheat, corn, apple, tomato,
sunflower.
Even a poem.
Kim M. Russell, 18th August 2026

Today I’m hosting Tuesday Poetics at the dVerse Poets Pub with a prompt I borrowed from The Poetry Society (UK). It’s based on a poem by Mary Jean Chan, ‘The Window’, which came second in the National Poetry Competition in 2017.
It begins with a somewhat grand statement: “Once in a lifetime , you will gesture at an open window…” The reader is presented with an open window, but we see beyond it into the poet’s life, in which she is struggling with her mother’s reaction to her coming out as queer.
Our challenge is to read and explore Chan’s poem, particularly the use of line breaks and caesura to build rhythm and evoke emotion, and a three-word movement: “anger is like the sun, which is like love”, and then write a poem in the first person that begins with “Once in a lifetime”.
We must think of a three-word movement like anger/sun/love and develop it in a poem about a real situation in our past or current lives, or something that happened to someone we know, or an imagined situation. My three word movement is growing/giving/ripening.
I like this a lot, the giving back is so important, and I hope you have someone who will receive it.
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Thank you, Björn. I posted and linked up early as I’m multitasking this evening.
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I loved the quiet contemplative mood of this poem and your three words
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Thanks so much, Laura!
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Kim I love how you reframe aging and maturity not as decline, but as a rich, natural transition from accumulating life to sharing it with others 💖
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Thank you for close reading, Ange, and for your kind comment. 🩷
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💖
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“even a poem”
Nice one
much love
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Thank you, Gillena, with love.
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Great response to a cool prompt. Love the close. Thanks, Kim.
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Cheers Ron!
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Perfectly ripe and enjoyed. Excellent work Kim
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Thank you very much, Stew!
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This was a terrific poem! We had similiar intrepretatons and you absolutely hit this one out of the park! I like the embracing of finality and ripening aspect of that moment of pause…Very very nice, KIm! 🌻
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Thank you so much, Cara. At first, I ended with ‘Even a poet’, but decided that ending with a poem had more meaning.
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I love this journey through your life. Thank you for hosting Poetics this week.
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Thank you, Freya, for joining us!
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I really love your response to your wonderful prompt, Kim. Such beauty in the quiet awareness, the listening and watching, as “everything ripens . . . even a poem.” 💙
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Many thanks, Merril. I’m so pleased you like the poem and the prompt. ❤️
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You’re very welcome, Kim! 💙
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Settling … – as aging is. Maybe so to do is a presupposition for creativity. Your poem invites me to reflect upon this beautiful thing: What to expect, from the elder …?And the beauty of birth, which itself is three-sided, right? The fruit (the baby) is three-sided? Is everything three-sided? Your poem would provoke much thought by changing one word, I believe: The word “light”.There is much wisdom in your poem. 🙂
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Thank you for such close reading!
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Beautiful ❤️
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Thank you, Lisa!
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Lovely poem, Kim.
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Thank you, Maria.
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The giving is important, and the ripening is beautifully described.
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Thank you, Sara!
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I love your three word movement, it sums up so much. Towards the end it feels like ripening in a subtle way as the poem ends but lingers…
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Thank you very much, Sreeja!
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aww. Beautiful:
Everything ripens. Even a poem. How very wisdom filled to end on that note. I like it Kim. And the poem gives back to people’s own interpretation which could very well differ from the poet’s. Beautiful. Thanks.
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Thank you so much, Selma!
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My pleasure 😇
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