This poem was written for Laura’s dVerse prompt of creating a found poem using first lines from the first poem of each month using at least 12 months. This poem is comprised of the first line from the first poem of each month in 2022. Two of the lines have been repeated. The only alterations to the original lines were one line break and one added comma
Friday night; silence falls under a giant mural of parrots the bus draws in papa says we will find Loropetalum sculling morning air I touch them amygdala unfurling and so too the garden you caught me today, in a cave, neck craned the new truth is held Loropetalum sculling morning air
Out of the Cave 
The mention of Loropetalum brings a vivid focus to this poem. Nicely done.
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THanks. It felt like sewing up a patchwork quilt. Old shirts tied in to new uses.
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What an interesting writing prompt. I’ve never done one, but would love to see how that would work. I am going to agree with Misky’s comment, the use of Loropetalum really tied this together nicely.
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had to look it up but my, what a gorgeous bloom; love the ending:) funnily I’ve never encountered ‘sculling’ in a poem before; you use it strikingly —
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I love the atmosphere in this poem. The silence feels full and fulfilling. This stanza particularly I love:
“I touch them
amygdala unfurling
and so too the garden”
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