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Wood-Pecker (No Blackbird, I)

“Like many poets I’m part blackbird and part red squirrel and my brain chatters, shrieks, and whistles.” ~ Jim Harrison

Perhaps if my brain
did chatter, shriek and whistle
I would write incessantly
Lo! ‘tis not for me

drifting off on the sofa the first
three words of that persistently
illusive story
writer-block poem
forgotten lyric
Wood-Peckers in demanding
I abandon my afternoon
siesta, take dictation
from the Crazy Child

© Jilly's 2016
Day 21 of 28 Days of Unreason

Let the Crazy Child Write


A wild soul writing poetry & fiction while teaching high school literature, all with a camera in tow.

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