I should be asleep but...
Jun. 1st, 2016 01:37 am I was looking through one of my writing notebooks and found this snatch of poetry I came up with at a meeting with my writing group a few months ago. Sometimes if we don't have anything to critique we do writing prompts instead. For this, we had to write a poem in which all the lines start with the same letter. Anyway, I kind of like it, so I'm going to put it here. Let's see if I still like it in the morning.
More, always another crack
Must come crunching through the ice
Melted and re-frozen.
Mire spreads, spills out between toes.
Move faster, or fall through.
Mine, but not really, these
Moments arrive and flee again.
Mysterious, transient, fickle.
Morning brings no clarity,
Midnight, no solace.
Missing, like socks between the sheets
Minutes, hours, days all gone.
More, always another crack
Must come crunching through the ice
Melted and re-frozen.
Mire spreads, spills out between toes.
Move faster, or fall through.
Mine, but not really, these
Moments arrive and flee again.
Mysterious, transient, fickle.
Morning brings no clarity,
Midnight, no solace.
Missing, like socks between the sheets
Minutes, hours, days all gone.
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Date: 2016-06-01 10:00 pm (UTC)