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A poem a day keeps perfection at bay . . .

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:





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




the day

I choked

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