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A poem for today. Title: Or Not

April 7, 2011

I fell into this plot hole, dangling by a participle.
But luckily a sentence ran by and reached out an extra syllable.
I grabbed it, hoping for revelation.
But it left me hanging, a syllabic malformation.

A red herring burst forth (a less than beautiful sight),
Giving me brief hope to solving my plight.
Hope was fading faster than the main character’s arc
I was lost, distracted, losing my snark

What’s a writer to do when she’s lost her way?
How about
Trying out
Writing a poem a day

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