a descent into poetry insanity |
| in the park, I hear them singing familiar, complex calls and answers: here I am! I see you! I'm strong and know where to find good food—nest with me! I hear in them young people I used to watch: look at me! you're so beautiful! I'll show you a good time—come to me! always watching. I never heard a song meant to call me. but I do know the song which means: watch out! she writes. line count: 22 I thought of different ways this prompt could go--cages and zoos and birds with less than melodeous voices, but when I started writing, my thought process started with the final stanza, and then I tried to follow my process backwards to see how I got there. |