Ars Poetica on Purposes
A poem is a sunrise.
An awakening
like a sip of a mango lassi.
A poem is a surprise
like cold ice cream
on a hot August day.
This poem is none of these things.
It’s a work
in progress, waiting to escape.
for NaPoWriMo “Pleasure” and Poetic Asides Day 13 & 17 “Purposes” and “Exotic” ©️ Misky 2020 It’s Poem a Day month. These are all 1st drafts.
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