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Friday, April 22, 2022

National Poetry Month--Day 22, 22--Acrostic Poems, Silences, Camping

Today we're doing Acrostic poems. If you can't figure out how to do them (there are a couple of ways) go here. Otherwise, below:

SILENCES

Secrets building behind her lips, explosive, corrosive, thrusting at the bars.

I have nowhere safe to let them free, she said, quivering. He doesn't want them.

Listen without judging, without defending, she begged. I could smell her fear.

Embrace instead of attacking, without forming me into a paper doll. Snip. Snip. Snip.

Need to trust the person with whom I've built a life, but can't.

Can't bear to break the silence, hoping to change things for the better, only to fail.

Enticing--the impotent reticence. It looks safe, but rots from the inside out.

Someday....

 ©2022 by H. Linn Murphy

 


CAMPING

Creating home away from home from a couple of canvas walls and a torture cot

A sleeping bag the size of a coffin

Marshmallows stale enough to pound nails with

Peeing in a hole in a board that smells like a bog--if you make it

Itching from something you picked up tromping through the forest

Night sneaking animals and insects that can bite or give off incredible stench

Great fun and I'd do it again in a minute!

  ©2022 by H. Linn Murphy

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