Poked by a prompt
the shrill of an alarm
a slight jab at the sleeper
maybe it will prompt me
to poke others
who were waiting to awaken
whether they knew it or not
too much hibernation should be
promptly remedied
generate a little buzz
toss it out there and watch
the ripples ruffling feathers
truncating forty winks
nudge, nudge
nap time is over
Oh how I do love a provocative prompt! Who doesn’t? This poem was in response to something or another on Medium, I forget what since it was a couple of years ago. Thank you for reading!
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