Saturday, November 23, 2013

November Poem-A-Day 22


As if Spring has been eclipsed
or Winter is addicted to a selfie
rain has plopped, not just fallen,
hit hard as if dropped
from a greater height.

She thought of weeding earlier
when the sky was blue, her bed
still snug, like a cuddly casket.
All day, inside, she has a
question but cannot ask it.

(the prompt was to use at least 3 of 6 words: 
mine are italicised)

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