Thursday, April 09, 2009

Poem 9

For today's prompt, I want you write a poem about a memory. The memory can be good or bad. The memory can be a blend of several memories. I suppose it could even be a memory that you're not sure you remember correctly. Take your time finding a good one (or good ones).

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The only detail in the truth I changed in this poem is that I'm pretty sure it wasn't Good Friday when I found this rabbit as a child, but it was in the spring. We were pretty young, 8 or 9, and did our best to deal with what we thought was the worst situation in the world. I sometimes think I lived an absolute wonderful yet incredibly bizarre childhood.



Finding a Dead Rabbit on Good Friday


Because we believed


there was nothing...
poof.
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