Okay. Don't panic. I'm two days behind. I'm probably not going to get another one in today, so then I'll STAY two days behind.... but DON'T PANIC!
On a lighter note: every poem I've done so far has had some kind of a form to it. But I have always loved free verse, so here is the first of what will be many freestyle poems.
How (an obvious title but, well, AHHHH SOO BEHIND!!!!)
How do you clutch a moment?
When every sound, every smell, and every touch is a grain of sand
how do you stop them from slipping through the cracks in your mind?
The sound of her breath, the smell of her hair, the touch of her warm, soft hand.
When they are all so strong that I sense them in my soul
how do I grip them,
keep them and hold them so they won't escape?
Please.
Tell me.
How?
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