A bird’s song
31 March 2021 poetry prompt
Published in
Apr 1, 2021
Waking engulfed in busy silence, looking at the space around the bed, a stumbling thought in my head, of morning free to pen, decisions, decisions,
brain clicking to routine, but the music is loud in catching my ear, pulling thoughts to the window light streaming, my body basking in the beautiful echoing sound, of a single songed player
her story calling, for satisfying conversations to ease the solitude, the cell distractions ringing, talking without touching sparks an ally, in the divinely paged flight, that has yet to touch down.
Annine Massaro ©2021, all rights reserved
In response to J.D. Harms’ prompt, where do the stories end up?’
