“Like many poets I’m part blackbird and part red squirrel and my brain chatters, shrieks, and whistles.” – Jim Harrison
I often cannot write in quiet seclusion;
the menagerie I keep in my head makes
too much racket. In a jazz club, on a busy
street corner, in the midst of a raucous
gathering of family and good friends
my thoughts go quiet, tamed quiet
by noise external. Then I can write.
The song of tree frogs
beep beep traffic jams of joy
go still when we talk
∞
This is part of “28 Days of Unreason”
based on prompts taken from poems
by Jim Harrison.
https://jillys2016.wordpress.com/2016/05/02/28-days-of-unreason/
Life in Portofino 
This is yet another example of how you do this poetry thing so well. The title makes a nice ribbon tied around it all and I adore that line – beep, beep traffic jams of joy! But, again I come to the end of your poem and am stopped in my tracks. I have to read again to get to the center of the onion that is this poem. Bravo!
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Thank you! High praise; huge blush.
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Very fresh and automatic writing plus truthful in the most honest way that I also myself feel this way. 🙂
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Thank you very much. Will look into your blog this evening — I have been swamped. I’m sure you’ve been up to word painting.
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You welcome Charley.
Yes, you’ll really wow! by the title and everyone else. 🙂 Trust me. 🙂
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