Best-laid plans

Stolid, dull and stodgy

a percent of every 

poem words that plod, they’re

dodgy, for the public,

just to show ‘em

there’s a rhyme scheme and flow—

um, my directional skills

point to a course correction.

I’ll relinquish expectations;

my view a bird show fills.

Red-winged blackbirds’ treetop

battle, the green heron’s on

the dock.  The hungry swallow

chicks are chirping at this nosy

sparrow hawk—the fluttering, the

preening, the diving and the squawks

at this cusp of sky and water

—me, I’m watching on the ground, 

just giving up the prompts today

for this excitement that I’ve found.

Inspired by:  Percent, Directional, Public and Stolid.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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