Sunday, April 7, 2013

NaPoWriMo 7

Today's prompt is to write a poem in which each line except the last takes the form of a single, declarative sentence with the final line taking the form of a question. I'm game.

Spring but not

It is April.
The salt is gone.
Our boots wait clean on the rug, expecting mud.
My coat needs new buttons.
Wind jiggles the house, basement to dormer.
Angry geese land and huddle, hissing their discontent.
Snow falls upon green shoots by the front door.
Are they tulips?

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