Poem: February 19th


meaning less
I said more
spilling words like seeds
hoping they would sprout
working and tilling
pulling adverbs like weeds
sun-scorched
the paper burned
fluttering ash in the wind

I have no idea how this began.

It is a February challenge to myself – to write novel poetry: One-a-day.

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