A found poem for Day 28. This was taken from an email my co-worker Gabe, a.k.a. BFF.
60 minutes till the sun
bathes our complexions,
titillating the melanin
that brews deeply beneath
our pseudo professional attire,
as we navigate through hunger
and insecure times
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
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loved it Jessica....certainly first line jumped out at me...60 mins till....Wed nit poker for me.....thanks for sharing this
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Jessica.
ReplyDeletePamela
nice line, titillating the melanin, and theme that light sustains us in dark times.
ReplyDeleteThanks everyone. I owe it all to Gabe! :)
ReplyDeleteI agree with Wayne the first line jumps out as the rest follow, love it and you can guess where it is leading...
ReplyDeleteProof that poetry can be found anywhere--we just have to look. Beautiful!
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