No Frog, No Sound

No Frog, No Sound


This poem is a shadow of

its former self, shedding syllables,

leaving a trail of letters behind




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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