Chance of hysterical laughter,
with scattered tears.
Pattern to continue indefinitely,
due to La Artista Loca Dama.
The phenomenon causes
micro-bursts of sporadic creativity
sprinkled with sarcasm.
The advisory level
has been upgraded from
“Watch” to “Warning”.
Be safe out there folks.
You never know where she’ll land,
but if she makes contact
you’re likely to find yourself
in the debris field of her poetry!
It was a hot summer day when a poem snagged my line
it was dangling by a hook as it spun through my mind
I tugged and pulled, reaching for paper and pen
to capture each word as I reeled the big one in
but it came in no order and flopped about
slipping through my fingers as I began to doubt
if the poem was a keeper or a throwaway,
but capture and release is the practice of the day
so I gave the fish a kiss and watched it swim away
now it can grow bigger to be caught another day!
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She jumped right in with ink and pen
plucking her words off the winds!
in a moment of doubt,
she tore her words
and began to pout.
she asked the universe for advice
about weaving words, to amuse and entice.
A thunderous response came from above.
“Don’t change a thing, darling.
Repeat that out loud!
Create what you love
and find your crowd!
Stay curious, be courageous,
and play with the words.
You’re not a sheep,
don’t follow the herd!”