I feel you smiling, when I wake every
morning. With a single breath,
I see your body shiver. With every
look across the room — no matter the hour,
your soul stretches — and my soul has
to stop and shake its wings. So, come!
Let’s spend the years (the next thousand) next to
each other, with our others. Let’s not waste this!
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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 an “after (blank)” poem.
For more information, check out– http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2015-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-12.
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