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Writer's Cramp Entry (September 9, 2019) |
Prompt: "I’m taking a Bar Restore class today, which seems to be a slowed down, new take on regular barre classes. So your challenge today is to pick something you’ve previously written, take the main idea, and rewrite it. BUT if it was a story, make it a poem. And vice versa." This poem is based on
Children screaming at the door Something appearing not there before A child pleading for some help Hands drowning him without a yelp. He is telling his story now He is conveying it somehow He is planting it in my mind He is revealing details hard to find. Believing or not is your right We were passing minds in the night His hands touching me from the grave His story and legacy I had to save. He kept calling himself Joey It was short for George you see! |