Written for:  Miz Quickly – Onezies

“Today, we’re writing lines. Single lines. Separate single lines.

About ten of them.

They don’t need to be sentences, or even independent clauses (though they could be). They do need to be capable of standing alone, bringing a thought, image, what-have-you. Why else would they be separate lines?

Oh, and these need not be beginnings. They can come from the middle of unwritten poems, the middle of un-thought ideas, un-uttered sentences.”

scarlet wings of a baby angel

They’re not listening now

climbing a stairway to heaven

that good night

a portly pink fish

paper cutouts of snowflakes

too fearful to leave him


big round cakes, candles dripping

at the top of a see-saw

About purplepeninportland

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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