Thank you for participating and following along on this new adventure where I put out a call for lines, and then weave them into a poem. Poem number 2 prompt: what waits impatiently at your door? (The prompt itself was a line submitted for poem number 1, a bit too late.) The lines received, including the inspiration line: ever so impatiently at my door / the muse of my lower self / right there on the mat, an invitation to Neverland.
I’d love to read something from you at the next call for lines, or hey, make your own poem out of the submitted lines, and share that as a vivid comparison of the directions words can take us. Here’s poem #2