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Happy Poetry Month Day 11!
Can you guess what the title of
my work-in-progress poem is? Answer below.

At first they rained down
and I stretched my dry palm

opened my mouth
welcomed each drop

they filled
my well

Pitter-pat pitter-pat
on and on

the well overflowed
I slogged through mud

now unhinged commas
swim in circles

and there’s a
dank dangerous stagnant smell

Could you guess what the metaphor of
stagnant water might be in disguise?
The title of my poem is OLD EMAILS.
Ick, right?
I just slogged through a pile–whew!

from morguefile.com

from morguefile.com



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