Poetry Gong - Poem 30
After Hosing the Last of the Dead Rabbit From the End of Her Driveway, June Cleaver Writes God a Letter
Here’s what I think—
you created reflection
for your own amusement.
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This should be a happy occassion: the last poem of poetry gong. 30 poems in 30 days! But, it is with sadness that I post this last poem. I have really enjoyed the discipline of the gong. And the surprises of what poems may arise when I force myself to sit down and write--no matter what.
My plan is to continue a 5 day gong. Or maybe...60? Nah! Hmmm................
Labels: God, June Cleaver, poetry gong
posted by jillypoet @ 10:03 PM
4 Comments:
You've done so well with your gongs, Jill. I can't imagine writing 30 poems in 30 days. Sheesh. And I've enjoyed reading these so much.
Hope you're having a fantastic day.
this might be my favorite piece of the gong.
i went to bed early last night so i am just reading it now, on your birthday!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY1 I'M SHOUTING!!!
You come up with the best titles. Am envious!
Wow. The end of this is wonderfully striking. I like this one a lot.
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