OctPoWriMo, Day 14 (Caught Up)

ReclaimingHere is another form I’d never tried before, called a minute poem, that I also don’t like – but hey, you never know until you try, right?

Youth, Unprepared

We planted flowers that late Spring
Sad, silly things
We were unskilled
And they were killed

We cared for birds with wounded wings
Too young to sing
How hard we cried
When they all died

We fell in love in early youth
Despite the truth
We weren’t prepared
To be laid bare

OctPoWriMo is almost half over, but please follow along if you’re moved to!

Author: Jessica Cross

Writer, maker, geek, feminist, mom. Not necessarily in that order.

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