Chasing The Urge

Written for:  Sunday Whirl, Wordle #431

Words:  beam, chase, bond, scream, once, puzzle, sit, found, lit, born, wish, dance

This poem is a race, it
chases the urge to sit still.

This poem is wish-born,
lit by a moonbeam. Once
she danced, and found
herself bonding with
music. Where did it go?

This poem is a soap
puzzle, a way to wash
away screams in the
night. As long as she
is racing to chase that
urge, she will continue
hunting down those missing pieces.

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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4 Responses to Chasing The Urge

  1. jaerose37 says:

    I love the dark undertones of this poem – very Alice!


  2. chapter18 says:

    Life is one unending chase..


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