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?


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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