One day I decided to write a poem a day. I called it "The Folded Poems" because I pretended finding them under a chair written on the folded pieces of paper. The only criteria for the poems to be, was my own endorsement. I was the judge. If it "sounded" right, I kept it. Keeping with the pace, though, was not easy. Here I am posting them up to date. I am still writing, but not necessarily every day.
Sunday, February 12, 2017
Her psychic's overrun by road traffic. The screams for freedom to express may deafen quiet mouse inside her shirt. Unfettered spells of varied meanings take strong effect. She chatters teeth and growls in response.
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