. . . a Grand Canyon hole in the fabric of life causing all the threads to unravel.
. . . an inability to get enough oxygen into flat lungs.
. . . clouded cataract vision.
. . . a long, dark tunnel with only darkness ahead.
. . . a vinyl LP record stuck in a groove playing the same five syllables
. . . ad infinitum
. . . ad infinitum
. . . ad infinitum
. . . ad infinitum
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Prompt: Write a metaphor poem.
May 09, 2021 @ 06:20:06
Great descriptive words, especially the vinyl record!
May 09, 2021 @ 12:28:01
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May 09, 2021 @ 11:02:37
grief – that one stark syllabled word is a stuck record for so long – brilliantly played here ad infinitum
May 09, 2021 @ 12:28:17
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