Entry: Poetry prompt from Writer's Digest Wednesday, June 16, 2010



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Orange and blue screams
Comfort

Yet, I peer from my prison
Through antiseptic sheers
Recycled breeze from the norther mauve box
I cry, via wireless, cybermessage in a bottle
Hope
Yet
Reply holds at unclicked
Information incoming, information outgoing
Train motors east, plane soars west
No connection, near missing
Missing
Bare, my body and soul
Naked, resigned to fulfill this sentence
In purity of birth, to the end

Click
Connection is made
Flood of release
Hide me
Cover me
Connection is broken
Relief

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