You can tell, by the flicker in my eyes, I’m
not ready, a little bit crazy, mad
and messy — apt to spin into a storm, as
quickly as a flame-feathered phoenix, rising from hell
but you see me — know my fire — and
still you sit beside me, solid as the earth where I
find my feet — ground myself. You don’t
flinch, don’t falter. I know you have
my back, in every eruption, every rebirth, every time.
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POETIC FORM
golden shovel – Take a line (or lines) from a poem you like. Use each word as an end word in your poem. Keep the end words in order. Credit the original poet, ie. “-after (poet)”.
POEM A DAY NOVEMBER 2015 – PROMPT:
For today’s prompt, write a simmer down poem.
For more information, check out– http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2015-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-7.
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