A One-Line Poem
A Good Homecooked Meal Can Change A Lot
Category: Micropoetry
a creeper
a one-lined poem
Sadness doesn’t need an introduction–it pops up out of nowhere, clearly ready to stir things up in such an odd way–I can either sink or swim when it chooses to creep in, which one will it be?
seeing the world differently now
seeing the world differently now
I’ve always had big, bright eyes,
the only difference is now–I see
what I should and question it
on sight. I know what is
in front of me and
behind me, too.
©2024 Tremaine L. Loadholt
NaPoWriMo #30
last day (a one-lined poem)
The last day to pen verses daily sashayed onto the scene eager to shake its fascinating ass in front of everyone watching; it has always wanted this type of attention.
NaPoWriMo #28
bond
a cup of tea
at the witching hour
served by a woman
whose word is her
bond . . .
my soul finds
sweet rest
A Cornered Gurl 
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