A Poetic Flush Poem by Doris Cornago
A Poetic Flush
This is a poem joust of thirty three days
Not years, started with a dare in jest
By the same man who made her
Write 84 poems in a poetic
Flush or was it a teen
Blush of one so
In love
Frantic
That
She
Would
Be alone
And lonely
Nothing seems
Bright in the horizon
Feels like drowning, feet
Almost touching bottom, gasping
For breath, almost blacking out, then comes
A fish, silvery and frisky, shaking its head, a poem
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I must call it a feat at a time when spirits start sinking. It takes a lot of moral strength to come to terms with the present to find one's moorings and to rebuild everything afresh. Thanks for sharing. Nothing seems / Bright in the horizon / then comes A fish, silvery and frisky, shaking its head, a poem
Yes, indeed but then, I didn't know anything but that I must survive. Thank you for the illumination. :)