A poem a day keeps perfection at bay . . .
- Susan Fekete
- Apr 6, 2018
- 1 min read
It's difficult to worry about making a perfect poem when the commitment is simply: write one every singe day. Today's prompt challenged me. Write about something you choked on that you could not name. . . I've struggled and finally threw something at the metaphorical wall. Here's where it landed:
"Doe"
you
appeared
but
he was gone
you were ether
you were moonlight
you were one ray of sun
striking one ocean wave
you were the deep blue
you would drown me
I would spoil you
I could not
find
your
name
the day
I choked
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