Life interred in suburban somnolence
and daring to dream of rebirth.
An insistent yearning, a shadowy itch,
a remolding, a breathless rush
into an unknown world.
“Do you hear yourself?” I ask.
I wait for my own voice,
but a voice reborn
illuminating life with her fireworks.
Come as you are or as you know you want to be.
Today’s Impromptu prompt is from Simone Meunch who challenged us to write a biographical cento sourced from lines of our own poetry. It was great fun to review poems back to January, 2015 to see where I’ve been and dream about where I might be going.