Hello All. The prompt for today, use inspiration from another poem, a line or word, to start your own poem. And then I heard a young women on the street, and I didn’t need to look up any other published works for inspiration.
Tremont Street Rap
“He was a Casanova baby”
She chanted loud and clear
The alto argued both sides
So all the block could hear.
“No baby, that ain’t me”
“I only see you, I only be you”
“Together maybe mister,
But your eyes say something too”
The lines tossed boldly
Across the dog park view
“These eyes for you, my sighs for you”
“Then mister, why she sighing too?”
The next lines were lost to the winds
As we passed the dogs at play
I wondered how the story ends
As we began to walk away.
The last part of the rap I heard
Slicing through the spring air
“He was a Casanova baby,
Knew he was no good to pair”.
