pay attention, they tell me, pay attention to the things you hear
like the birds singing, or coffee shop chatter, or crying
and if I pay attention, they tell me, I’ll contain multitudes
multitudes of words drown me like the rising tide and
I can’t keep my head above water so the words are swallowed
and then they lift me buoyantly back to life
there they go, floating along the waves, the words
are boats that steer themselves and I just have to
pay attention as they pass as if writing poetry were that easy
pay attention, they tell me
I wanted to write 1,000 100 word stories, and I was so sick of them after writing 100 that I just stopped and I don’t even feel bad about it.
Why not give 100 one-hundred word poems a go?
No theme or prompt on this one, but I’ll tell you when something is leading the way.
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