No Frog, No Sound
This poem is a shadow of
its former self, shedding syllables,
leaving a trail of letters behind
as
it
fades
Its feet leave no trace of rhythm
There are no stanzas left, no
couplets standing in the moonlight
It can no longer count to 5-7-5
All that remains is an old pond
Day 15 of PAD has us writing a shadow poem
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