I don't need poetry prompts
I am a renegade queen
I am never stumped
I am a team of green dragonflies
soaring into the cloudy valley
the bog of nonsense
is my home.
How dare I try to make sense?
How conceited, how vain
I should only wish to spew
loose pearls into the rain
I should only hope to grind the saw
blade and all
into the wood.