I wrote this for Read Write Poem Prompt #88: Fresh From the Wordle bank (which was an interesting birthday gift of sorts from RWP and the Universe, I think). I got a bit of inspiration this morning and worked some of the words into this piece. I think Kinnell has left his stamp on me and this poem is about — guess what — nightmares again. So for your enjoyment, fresh off the pen, is this yet-to-be-titled piece. Enjoy.
The breeze blows through the
window, billows the curtains, flies those
gentle blue flags on worn steel rods, and then blows
down the coastline of your back. Somewhere,
a river comes undone
and hurls itself to Earth in tiny, shattered pieces
beyond our bedroom window. Dreams