Written for: Poetic Bloomings2 – Prompt #225-“Reinventing The Wheel”
Re-inventing the wheel … there’s another saying that applies here. So let’s do that. Take an object and give it new life as something else. We all have a drawer full of butter knife screwdrivers, for example. And don’t limit yourself to inanimate objects.
You drift, lengthen, float
the skies, become fanciful
animals or monsters. Head
down here for spell. Let us
see if you are soft as you
appear. I would borrow
you for a pillow, sigh as
you billow and soothe me
to sleep. Can you be
my Cloud Nine?
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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