NaPoWriMo๐ŸŽ™๐Ÿ“š23/04/22 Day 23.

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Today Iโ€™d like to challenge you to write a poem in the style of Kay Ryan, whose poems tend to be short and snappy โ€“ with a lot of rhyme and soundplay. They also have a deceptive simplicity about them, like proverbs or aphorisms. Once youโ€™ve read a few, youโ€™ll see what I mean. Hereโ€™s her โ€œToken Loss,โ€ โ€œBlue China Doorknob,โ€ โ€œHoudini,โ€ and โ€œCrustacean Island.โ€ Happy Writing! – Maureen Thorson

๐Ÿ“šโค๐ŸŒท๐Ÿฆš๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿฆš๐ŸŒทโค๐Ÿ“š

Normally I would say I have a style of my own and wouldn’t want or need to copy someone else’s poetry style, but I will give it a go as I have not gone off prompt for 23 days – which is a record for me! ๐Ÿค”๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ™‚I will write it in free-style.

๐Ÿ“šโค๐ŸŒท๐Ÿฆš๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿฆš๐ŸŒทโค๐Ÿ“š

Grief creeps up on 
him like a thief in
the night. He crys
with great wrenching
sobs and real tears.
He holds the last
jumper she wore
before she died and
smells her perfume.
Chanel No 5 tickled
his nose as he
breathed it in, why
did it hurt so much?
His grief accounted
to how much he had
loved her, he knew
that was the truth.

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