Twelfth poem of the day. I followed the prompt, which was to write a poem using at least five of the following words: moon, lake, glory, jeep, breastbone, spare, canopy, panic. This means I am officially done with the half marathon. Depending on how I feel after I come back from tonight’s reading, I may try to add a couple more. If I don’t, good night! Continue reading
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The truth about sci-fi aliens (A poem)
A pantoum I wrote while watching Farscape and contemplating depictions of alien lifeforms in sci-fi…
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While I wait (A poem)
Started while sitting in a coffee shop that was a bit too warm for comfort…
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We did this to ourselves (A poem)
Bonus round—unfiltered…
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Around corners (A poem)
Ah, the concept of time…
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I don’t like waiting (a poem)
Ah, restlessness!
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Dispatch from somewhere in the middle of the queue (a poem)
Not much writing yesterday. Fortunately, this last thing I wrote before calling it a night has some redeeming features…
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Two words (a poem)
…and the irritability continues. Fortunately, there’s just one more day left in the current Mercury retrograde cycle.