peacocks strut their stuff
opening a fan of flamboyance for
everyone’s eyes
(i often wonder if they know how fabulous they are, and if
the male peacocks actually open their tails for the purpose of finding
a mate, or if it’s a little bit egoistic and showing off for the purposes of showing off
for showing off’s sake)
sounds
are waves
saying hi to your eardrums
and crashing into your brain
with melody
with emotion
with purpose
there’s a reason music brings folks together just just just right
once upon a time
[like maybe a year or so ago]
i started writing poetry
based on prompts
to try to train my mind
to come up with the kinds of lines
that would work in a
park-based
typewriter-written
pay-per-poem
endeavor
and i stopped because
i don’t know
i guess i assumed i’d never be quite
good enough
but hey
it gave me different poems
than writing about writing about writing
every morning
so maybe
poemtober
[poem-october]
will be a boon
for my own brain
and feeling stuck in cycles
of poetry
for poetry’s
sake
kipventures 