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.
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.