Somewhere the atom has been split opened.
Somewhere the police chasing the thieve on foot.
Somewhere the leaves are falling.
What’re are you looking at?
These are the thoughts one of which is needed to pick to start.
Like the leftovers from the noon and from the day before
Need to be microwaved
In other words, the sentences and its thoughts need to be get warmed.
Maybe I should look on something else not these sentenced thoughts.
Summer chiaroscuro divorce lust win poem muse war global warming–
These are words, mere words; meanings and their usage depends on me.
What’re you looking from me?
Are you imaging a slump me, giving you words and thoughts
to present your audience.
Then wait for a few minutes,
I need a cup of coffee b’fore I dress you up for your next show.
Epic sonnet villanelle prose-poem confessional (caesura)
cup of coffee
Written for Day 28 of National/Global Poem Writing Month 2019.
And now for our daily (optional) prompt. As you may have guessed, today I’d like to challenge you to try your hand at a meta-poem of your own.