Morning Mourning
No gas or spark
hard to swing my legs
from the covers
if I could say clog
as a mood I would
great knotted bundle
dark greasy matter
blocking the flow
of clear clean water or words
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This is wonderful LOVE the word choices.
What an interesting concept–great poem!
I really enjoyed this.
Not one word disappoints! Well done!