A Found Poem
Where have you been little poem?
Your feet are muddy and you are
dripping syllables . You are covered in
worn-out phrases and inky smudges.
There seems to be no rhyme
to this form of yours. No line of reason
or hint of season in your wordy count(enance).
Let me wrap you in warm metered stanzas.
Let me embrace you with a loving simile.
Let me be the refrain in your rhythmic scheme.
Day 11 of NaPoWriMo
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This is just so lovely 🌹
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