You seem to understand my questions, but your answers make no sense to me.
That’s typical of life, isn’t it?
― Alasdair Gray
Welcome to this week’s Poetry 1o1 Rehab Prompt.
My prompt this week is PLACE.
Once again, I skate on thin ice, writing (perhaps) from the view of a pigeon, or (mibby) the observer of a pigeon, once (or twice) removed.
So, this week, write a poem to describe what it means to have a place that makes you feel safe, or a place that once did, and does nae longer.
And in doing so, show us your place, and space.
A space, and place,
in which he,
so easily, dis-placed
he, (ever) knew, his
(elevated) place, a
wave, from that
thinking that place
was a good
A pigeon, sitting,
a lamp post.
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