April is National Poetry Month. With that in mind, I went on the internet for some poetry prompts and decided to write the following poem:
I'll tell you what the prompt was at the end.
Oxygen emitter,
your fragile life hangs,
oh so precariously,
upon that shelf of words.
Your curling, twisted, tendrils,
reach forward still,
drawing, drawing,
the last rays of sun.
Your leafy offshoots crack,
browning, dying, drying.
At long last, your final,
oxygenated breath,
expelled.
Writing prompt:
Write about the sight of: a dying plant
I hope you enjoyed it.
Until tomorrow.
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