poem in peril 


she’s running from 
the dactyls 
again, fleeing her own 
parchment skin
and huddling between 
the lines. 

she’s been part
iciple dangled 
and meter-mangled 
and nearly strangled 
(but wits intact) 
by stanza. in fact,

she left us a syllabled 
and I fear it’s no joke, 

cuz just when you think 
she’s back to the clack
turns out 
she’s been eaten by a trochee. 

In November, we poem. Today is day 5.

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5 Responses to poem in peril 

  1. qbit says:

    “running from 
    the dactyls” – Ahahaha!

  2. Marie Elena says:

    HA! Thanks for making me grin, big. Your humor and brilliance shine!

  3. Shawna says:

    lol … that last line; you are so funny

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