“…spring day, too loud for talk
when bones tire of their flesh
and want something better.”
— Jim Harrison
Can you imagine how we
tire of struggling? With old bones
we weary of flesh, you see.
Can you? Imagine! How we
tread down a fixed path, not free –
feel pain as one alone
can. You imagine how we
tire of struggling with old bones!
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So Jilly has unleashed the 28 Days of Unreason (which is like the high-dive platform of poetry prompts). The thing about Jim Harrison’s poetry is that… well, it’s so out there it makes connections in your psyche where you didn’t even know you had psyche. Honestly, I don’t really know what all psyche entails… or if it has tails… but it sounds really intellectual. Like I should be smoking a pipe or something.
The form I used is the Triolet.
Posted to dVerse Poets Pub, Open Link Night.