Sailing into Summer, A Story
She sailed off on her five stanza pantoum
Promising to return next National Poetry Month
Too many poems had seemed over bloomed
But she kept a vow to write to a daily prompt
Promising to return next National Poetry Month
She packed her best moleskin journal and fountain pen
But kept a vow to write to a daily prompt
Her muses never failed her, what lovely friends
She packed her best moleskin journal and fountain pen
Deciding to write short stories instead
Her muses never failed her, what lovely friends
She said, If I don't write I'll end up crazy or dead
Deciding to write short stories instead
She put haiku and cinquains out of her head
She said, If I don't write I'll end up crazy or dead
Deciding on this new turn she slept in a hammock instead of a bed
She put haiku and cinquains out of her head
To make up shiny stories that shone through the gloom
Deciding on this new turn she slept in a hammock instead of a bed
As she sailed off on her five stanza pantoum
© Odilia Galván Rodríguez, 2009
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