Two minute poetry. Give it a whirl.


I should be doing something
besides sitting here in my
yoga pants sipping hot cocoa
American Idol in the background
wishing wisdom would rise to
the surface like marshmallows
in a sea of sweet. maybe i should
fly to the moon then i’d see myself
more clearly a little speck, a flint,
a shimmering orb awaiting the next
bounce from the end of a child’s
bubble wand a firefly buzzing in
a jar a hopscotch toss slid
across hot pavement a silver
skipping stone its ripples dancing
down rivers like a vibrating musical
note. bring the wings, the rockets,
i’m outta here.

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