The fire is in the chasing, and I’m
burning to break free. There’s only
one remedy for being this human.
The road less traveled is calling and
the sun is fading, curling at the corners. I
long to run through the trees, to bleed
the sorrow from my bones, to gasp when
my lungs can’t swallow enough sunlight. I
want to run until I find your feet, and fall
like the last leaf, let the wind carry me down —
The fire is in the chasing, and I’m
burning to break free. There’s only
one remedy for being this human.
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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)”.
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POEM A DAY NOVEMBER 2015 – PROMPT:
For today’s prompt, write an echo poem.
For more information, check out–http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2015-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-25
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