The following poem is written in response to this prompt, which you can find at http://www.napowrimo.net/ : "write a poem based on an image from a dream. "
When my eyes opened the grief closed in cold tears freezing me to the bed frame if I tried to pull free I'd bleed You were dead. I had seen you your skin cold ivory your lips blue abyss The mocking sunrise held no warmth til your text's touch melted me free. Comments are closed.
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AuthorHi! My name is Martina, and I write picture books, riddles, limericks, additional poems, and puppet shows. I taught first grade, second grade, and kindergarten in the United States and now live in Switzerland where I enjoy good stories and poems with my husband and our three children. Archives
April 2020
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