Today’s prompt was to write a poem that incorporates the idea of doubles. it could be words or form or ideas. or a mix of everything.
at precisely 7:10,
the lead singer began the warm up outside the bedroom window.
it sounded more like a song–
a repeat after me song.
each bird found her voice
and joined in one wild cacophony.
the medley rang out full tilt,
and for five minutes, we listened in silence.
she leaned back and laughed,
the birds singing in her smile.