Lost in Rhymes: A Poet's Journey Back to the Flock

Word Games When the Muse Goes Silent

In today’s poem, I dive into the peculiar way our minds navigate through familiar sounds to find meaning. Through a series of rhyming words centered around 'flock,' this poem captures the universal experience of feeling lost in the creative process while trying to find our way back to purpose.

Inspired by Beth Kempton’s #tinyautumnpoem prompt.

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A cascade of words rhyme with flock
Balk, block, calk, chalk.

Here I am looking at the clock
ten minutes, tick-tock.

Dock, hawk, hock,
I wish the rhymes would just
jock off.

Harking back to childhood
lock, mock, nock, pock.

I have now flown so far from the flock
Someone please help me walk or talk
my way back to the prompt

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