09:35 AM

I said…

It doesn’t matter,
It is all a whimsy game
But alas, later,
It lured me in once again;
I blew all time asunder.

The hungry hippo
Tries not to eat the sugar,
But what a struggle!

And on, on, it goes
Barely here, yet hardly gone,
It changes colors
Lighting up the air, lights out;
Group, together open share.

I am resolute
To leave; lingering poems
Keep besieging me.

Participation
No longer a requirement
No ribbons, badges,
Only vagrant scribblings here,
Revealing nothing precise.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I am perplexed. I suppose the thing is a habit—almost a compulsion.

PROMPT: Dare yourself to come clean; stop hiding behind sheets of invisibility.

Whatever you do, do it despite the critics, silent or other-disposition.

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