03 April 2017

NaPoWriMo #3: Elegy

Today's poem comes from another NaPoWriMo prompt. The challenge is to write a poem about someone or something that is no longer with us.

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She didn't like to read
But words were her friends.
To her they were shapes
Hidden in a forest of letters
Waiting for her to seek them out
And corral them with her pen.
She was often seen
With books of flimsy newsprint
In her gnarled hands
Circling the mysterious words
Without knowing their meaning.
Or so we thought.
Piles of scrap paper were found
After she was gone,
With language that she never used
In daily conversation
Scrawled across the pages,
Words that belonged to her
Once she'd captured them
In the word-search woods.

--Dani M. Sanders, 03 Apr 2017

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