Sit
quietly, and wait.
Watch
for the movement.
Sit
quietly enough
to
feel the movement,
a
flutter, downward,
a
sensation of motion
accompanied
(or not)
by
a forced push,
lubricated
to enhance
the
possibility of success,
movement
from one place
to
another, what physicians
call
the swallow.
Over
at Tweetspeak Poetry, Seth Haines has a
poetry prompt – a poem about a swallow. Or a swan, or a phoenix. Oh, wait.
He meant the bird.
Can
a poem rise
from
the ashes
of
a misunderstood
poetry
prompt?
Detective
Swan
investigates,
only
to
determine willful
misunderstanding
and
sends the perp
back
to Phoenix.
This is getting worse. Never
mind.
Photograph by George Hodan via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
