OPEN WINDOW (Day One NaPoWriMo 2017)
The window
was left open
overnight
A bird flew in.
By morning
the chill
had long
escaped.
The bird
was sitting
in another room.
I let him fly.
I am
the one
singing.
Benita H. Kape © 1.4.2017
And finally, our (optional) prompt. In honor of today’s interviewee, I’d like to challenge you to write a Kay-Ryan-esque poem: short, tight lines, rhymes interwoven throughout, maybe an animal or two, and, if you can manage to stuff it in, a sharp little philosophical conclusion.
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