still, suspended, the bird hovers, wobbles,
then plummets, streaking white,
vanishing with barely a splash
beneath steel blue waves
I wish to live in this way, abandoned
to gravity, to love, to the joy of being here, now,
in this time twisting moment, released
to being and trusting
that I will resurface
with the wriggling proof
of my desire
held tight in my jaw
Note: This poem was inspired OllieRedfern's prompt: "kamikaze"
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The Poetry Project was ongoing from early 2013 through April 30, 2014. It invited readers to submit prompts, which I turned into poems. The prompts were quite varied and let me stretch my skills, like doing calisthenics. The project is over, but th...