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I don’t want you
To read
My poetry.
Stop searching my room.
I will not tell you
Where my poetry is hidden.
You will never find
The loose floorboard,
The buried treasure,
I don’t want your meddling fingers
In that box.
Look.
My room is full
Of beautiful china figurines,
Serene waterfalls,
The sound of dolphins in the background.
This is who I am,
Smiling and composed.
Don’t you dare ask me
Where my poetry is.
This is my NaPoWriMo Day 3 poem. I used the 2013 April PAD Day 3 prompt (write a tentative poem).
Oh, YES, Natasa. This is perfect. I have been here.
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Thank you, De. That hole in the ground is familiar to many of us, I am sure.
DeleteI read it out loud. I loved it. This is a real gem of a poem!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ray. I was in a dark mood and the poem just happened to me.
DeleteThank you.
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