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 that I participate.
My words were Umbrella, Sweet, Squirm, and Flower.

(At least I wasnít the one who drew Meatball and Circus!)

 

Hodge Podge

 

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.

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