#8: Freaked out . . .

Are we on a journey,

turning left instead of right,

talking instead of listening,

waiting and waiting

for just the right porous moment

to spill our hearts onto the page?

Sometimes in the morning,

I'll find a poem

nestled like a starling in some

incongruous place,

unloved, humble,

yet raucous and so hungry.

These fledglings scrounge for seed, 

rather like a writer

with too many words,

too many stories,

and not enough poetry.

Today's OctPoWriMo poetry prompt was a little hard to dive into -- simply the word "porous." So I went online at random to find PoetryPrompts and this enchanting picture -- which then reminded me of those mental journeys we take when we write. Don't ask how I found this poem. It's a mystery! 

"Freaked Out" at Poetry Prompts

You might find Robert Lee Brewer's poetry prompts at Writer's Digest useful. For now, why not read what other OctPoWriMo writers have written HERE?