Left to my own devices,
late at night,
I would discover I can dance
& sing — and
twirl around, pound the floor with my feet like there are things to kill.
Only, not with my body — just simple words, one & then another.
I love this free-form Medium. Where everything looks beautiful & where
we read these easy, swinging, gorgeous words that
dance, or stand perfectly
still, on white
one after the other. We all know
they were made for us. Just us.
— New friends, that’s what they are.
Tag, you’re it, now.
come back with
another word or two, &
let’s play, as if we have forever, and only each other — running & leaping through
words & the internet
hiding some &
[Directions: Take one line from someone else’s work here in Members Only Medium, and write your own short poem, using that line. Link to and tag that person in the credits like this. I used a line from Carina Sitkus’ poem called Gray, for my title and inspiration. It wasn’t planned. It just started spontaneously like fire. Thanks for the inspiration, Carina! You can see what happens when I am left to my own devices! Now it’s your turn!
Don’t forget to leave a highlight and a note on that person’s writing, where you found the inspiration, so they know that you have tagged them.]