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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:

"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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