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.
I carry a notebook with me at all times, and the back page is reserved for recording lines or phrases that catch my fancy, usually because they are strange. This poem developed from one such line.
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