2017 Day 1 – Recollection

Sweet smoke.
Stroking your face,
Place and time forgotten.
Cotton sheets torn,
Worn by time.
Rhyming your breath
With death
And resurrection.


Notes: Today’s prompt was to “write a Kay-Ryan-esque poem: short, tight lines, rhymes interwoven throughout, maybe an animal or two, and, if you can manage to stuff it in, a sharp little philosophical conclusion.” I might try to follow this prompt more closely at a later date, but this is what came into my head today.


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