Wednesday, April 30, 2014

End of the Thirty Day Challenge


Thirty days


of tying up
words


with
syllabic laces,


of forcing
words into


uncomfortable
places,


and wondering if
they have life


or drift into stasis.


Thirty days

of chasing the poet

through her paces.


Thirty days


of worrying
words 
to death


in most cases.

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