Random Poetry Day

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In honor of
Random Acts of Poetry Day
I pen this verse to celebrate

Strangers provide my dear friend
with prompts which are
dutifully provided to amateurs
each Wednesday

Each week I print
the word
the image
the verse
faithfully clipping on Vera’s board

They pile up
not happy to be
left alone

Words
highlighted in red
waiting to be transcribed in vox
delicious with humble meaning
waiting to be released into prose

I ignore them
week after week

Their spiritual aura surrounds me
on this special day to shine
finally penned in a non-rhyming verse

 

About justbrinkley

poetry, flash fiction, prompts from a southern granny who should have been a writer.
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