Photo by Vincent van Zalinge via Unsplash
Today’s prompt challenges us “to write a poem that starts with a command. It could be as uncomplicated as “Look,” as plaintive as “Come back,” or as silly as “Don’t you even think about putting that hot sauce in your hair.” Whatever command you choose, I hope you have fun ordering your readers around.” (Full NaPoWriMo post available here.)
Here’s my piece that deals with some wishful flying.
PS–The posted draft has expired, but here’s a video of a busker at Petrin Gardens, Prague (April 2022).
original, visceral – even transformative ~
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Thank you, M.!
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The parallel lives we live! Absolutely stunning Romana.
Skinny. Barely dressed. Possibly
mortal.
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Thank you, Sonia!🙏💜 Yes–we lead several existences at once, don’t we?🍃
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Yes you do (teach them to fly) (k)
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Thank you, K.!!🙏🥰
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Magical! I can fly, but when I wake I forget how.
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Thank you so much–me too!🥰
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I transformed to an eagle while reading this. And I loved
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I’m so glad you liked this, Gloria!💜🍃
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The master at work!
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… melting into a puddle…🙏💜
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Surreal! Like a description of parallel universes
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Yay! Thank you, Namratha!
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Oh, the parallel lives! They attack and mock me too at times. You did it, teach words to fly! A strong and vulnerable one.
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Oh thank you, this means a lot!🙏💜🍃
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Very nice!
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Thank you, L.K.!🥰
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