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I am so thrilled to have another poetry writing challenge! In addition to the "Daily Standard Poem" I will be writing a Cinquain a day as well, in honor of the Cinquain's inventor, Adelaide Crapsey.
The dead woman sat at the keyboard, wondering what the next thing to accomplish will be.
Should it be the poem that brings silent awe at the final word?
Should it be the haiku or the cinquain or should it be the script?
The dead woman looks at the candle, flickering, meant to provide ambient aroma and light.
She attempts to not be annoyed by self made clichés.
The dead woman would swear her fingers were pushing the keys.
The dead woman knows this is not possible when the body has no weight.
The dead woman edits her fifth line, deletes a word that doesn’t work anymore.
The dead woman thinks it is she who doesn’t work anymore.
The dead woman attempts to tune out the BBC, humming relentlessly behind her.
The man who haunted her life still sits, remote control in hand, and laughs with that annoying hack hack hack she despised for the last twenty two years.
The dead woman was never successful at completely tuning out her annoyances.
She steps into the blue wall that marries the river rock to the outside world.
The dead woman leaves the candle behind which the haunting man doesn’t notice.
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