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National Poetry Month Day 2

a rengo for National Poetry Month Day 1

beautiful boy, she murmured, resting her forehead on the coolness of the window. her breath fogged the pane, and she pressed her palm..

looking back through the years is like looking at distant mountains in the desert. heat ripples your vision like a filter softening..

I'll bet you hate these tactics too.

repressed, tongue-tied, stove-up, paralyzed --- oh, the adjectives just pile up...

rengo

wow -- a poem that rhymes! but it sounds like a limerick...

regret runs in rivulets down inside me. the illusion of my life dissolves to reveal a clumsy skeleton that mocks me ..

senryu