Seven Minutes of Healing

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.


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  1. #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.

  2. #3 by clinock on April 19, 2013 - 12:36 am


    • #4 by Carl on April 29, 2013 - 2:00 pm

      Ah, thank you sir!

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