This poem was from a poetry workshop I taught earlier this year. Like magnetic poetry, each student received a few nouns, verbs and adjectives, instructed to make a poem including those words chosen at random. I felt it only fair
My words were Umbrella, Sweet, Squirm, and Flower.
(At least I wasnít the one who drew Meatball and Circus!)
I squirm beneath the great oak tree
impatient in my musing
while all around me sweet birds sing
their voices not confusing
each other with the meadowlark,
or the owl Ė itís not his hour
insects twitter and alight
on me, the umbrella flower.