Today’s challenge for PAD 2013 was to write a “sevenling,” which is a poem with two tercets, which may be unrelated followed by a single punch line.
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Seven Minutes of Healing
Soft colors and faces warm the room,
and plunked, I’m in a corner, swamped
by sympathetic but foreign personalities.
Linda held the room to a low energy,
allowing our insides to come outside,
making our hot souls melt the evils.
I cried, and I wasted gobs of Kleenex.
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#1 by Hudson Howl on April 7, 2013 - 10:29 pm
our hot souls melt the evils…..this line alone has me tongue tied, I should comment more but why bother when the line says it all
#2 by Carl on April 29, 2013 - 1:46 pm
Thank you for the comment. I appreciate your kind words.
#3 by clinock on April 19, 2013 - 12:36 am
Wow…
#4 by Carl on April 29, 2013 - 2:00 pm
Ah, thank you sir!