Thanks once again to Lisa Hase-Jackson for the prompt that led to today’s poem. I didn’t exactly follow the directions, but poetry likes to break the rules.
Here is the thing: feathers
make me sneeze, bless my soul,
and tunes without words
make no sense at all
to me, unless heard
a thousand times, so they storm
my senses like flocking birds
or a swarm
of locusts upon the land.
Yet, when I feel utterly at sea
like that, in my extremity
I am so much more than ever me.
https://zingarapoet.net/2025/04/21/a-focused-free-writing-poetry-prompt/
…and here are the last of the tulips, going out with a bang.
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