Tenth poem of the day. It was a small spot of red on a canvas dominated by blue and black a lone point of humanity amongst two armies without faces or names One small spot to represent the blood of millions lost A young woman walked by stirred by the breeze the ladybug flew away [...]
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Poetry Marathon 2016, Hour Ten: Critical decision
Tenth poem of the day. I went with a found/blackout poem approach, then added my own twist at the end. It is often said that this is the former summarizing the latter In the former situation, I tend to judge the relationship right down to natural instinct To the extent the end of the story came into [...]
