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.
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?
Writing a poem a day