Downpour – a Magic 9 poem 

Sometimes I forget,
(when I smell damp night air)
what it’s like for skin to be wet–
to taste raindrops in my coffee,
and wash my own regret
in puddles at my feet.
How can I stay upset,
with the wind in my hair
reminding me not to fret?

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POETIC FORM:

Magic 9 – According to Robert Lee Brewer, this form is a newer form, relatively unknown, and appears to have been inspired by a poet misspelling the word “abracadabra.” There are no rules as far as meter or subject matter–just a rhyme scheme: abacadaba. (Remove the r’s from “abracadabra,” )

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