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