Random Acts of Poetry

Break Out

The sound of his voice -
a rush of intent that
surrounds in a cold embrace,
spitting frigid words
like the wind that greets
the first crocus to break out
of winter’s sere and lifeless
ground, daring to raise a head
and pelted by the last raw wintry
blast. It is powerless to
stop your Spring, but
the emotionless goodbye
makes you drop the phone
and tremble like a flower.


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PROMPT: Pick any line from David Bowie's LET'S DANCE and use it as inspiration for your poem. Make sure you indicate which lyric(s) you chose at the end of your poem

Chosen lyric: "And tremble like a flower"