No, I don’t want to talk about it yet. I
don’t know which of these words I could
say to make sense — some thoughts can give
a girl such nightmares, and scatter away
all the good from the coffee and sun of this
morning. I do know this — my sensitive heart
is shifting, in these hours of weariness. I’ll leave
it to itself – to refold the map and choose the path it
wants to take. My feet will find their way. So, in
case you’re thinking you should worry — the
truth is, there’s no reason. I know I’m not lost
for long. I’ll find my compass in this confusion, and
let it point me north — keep going until I’m found.
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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 a leftovers poem.
For more information, check out–http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2015-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-27
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