two purely stream of consciousness pieces for the mlmm sunday writing prompt: poetic justice/justify your poetry; no fidgeting or fussing with words, cadence, or thought. I find my self-editor is acting as a stern muse these days, leaving me gasping for words. so, I closed my eyes, shut off my mind, and put these meager words to page. pushing publish before my self-editor awakes from her trance and hits delete!

is poetic justice

the time when

those with lyrical

whimsical spirits

are metering out

the terms of our

existence; the sentence

of our souls?

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justify your poetry

our teacher exclaimed

as if we needed to

explain our existence

the meter of our breath

the future of our souls

in rhythming lines and

iambic-timed verses

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