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| | | | | This week let's write a flustered poem. Even the most Zen among us has felt agitated from time to time. Describe a scenario or just show us the perturbations of a troubled mind. Whatever your disturbs you most, post it in the comments below. | |
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| | | | | Frozen pizza for dinner. I open the preheated oven door to cool off. | |
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| | | | | I let men believeThe rhythm of the bassMakes me lose controlOf my feetMy legsMy hipsThat I must yield toThe frantic beatThat I don't mean toReveal these petticoatsBut of courseIt's all a showAnd men are simpleTo control This year marks the tenth anniversary of my first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular. To celebrate I'll be posting... | |
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| | | Left by a winter storm thick enough to block the light and resist the plastic scraper I smash the blunt handle down on the windshield hard enough to leave a crater like a bullet hole The ice which seemed so strong was melting from above and below fragile as tyrant's lace After the first flaw... | ||