Call me IRresponsible

You never know when you get an itch. I could be fleas.
It could be inspiration trying to find an outlet, but turning
into something like hives. Life is darn inconvenient some-
times. When you are a rabbit, you make do with what
comes your way.

Monday, I think it was a twig of rose hips landed on my desk.
Yesterday, it was stink bugs. This morning there was a dead
preying mantis on its back next to the door. All laid out as if
for burial. There is meaning there, somewhere.

wild rose

Anyway: Despite the business of found poetry, the itch is upon me.
There will be Quickly prompts daily through October, and–sane or
not–November.

I hope to see you.


3 Comments

  1. No Peace of My Mind?

    Itches need some scratchin’
    With quill and ink or screen and keys.

    Sometimes we put more meaning into things that have none.
    None-the-less, it’s always good to play with others.

    I don’t play outside very well as the bugs like to bite me.
    Is there something there – my sweet blood?

    Can’t just be my inviting smile in their multi-plex vision.
    Thanks for the invite… three cheers for inspiration!!

    ~JP

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