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This Page
by michael cahill
this page
so blank and bereft of interest
left to my design
a spinning begins to churn within
for a moment I pause
a bead of sweat forms
brows furrow
eyes squint
I consider the stars…
I shoot through the clouds skyward
inhale lungs full of galactic materials
then return and exhale them
liberally over the page
it glows and dances in glorious gavottes
as puzzles are posed
riddles revealed
and reasoning resounds
then--
a reaction
do you approve?
are you peeved?
it matters not,
the page is full
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| Writing Prompt |
Please write a poem of any genre you choose - Haiku, Sonnet, Free Verse, absolutely anything.
No theme restriction - you pick one. Any length. Artwork and author notes can be included. May be multi-colored in any presentation you prefer. Using the description to enhance the meaning of your poem is encouraged. |
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