i'm not certain
i will not own
like second hand shoes,
they never quite fit
the shape of my feet.
—Carla Jeanne Picklo Jordan
The challenge today was to write a poem that mirrored another by keeping the form and using the same beginning letter of each line. I chose “A hawk from a handsaw” by Rebecca Morgan Frank.
Honor from Haste Those who cloak themselves in certainty care not for reality but revel in praise. Good fortune for them lies only in the maintenance of fitting outcomes and flattery: Those who cloak too often hide the truth. For looking the part is key; keeping face is the outcome of their desire. You see, life forgives but doesn’t forget. That youthful indiscretion now stitched forever as stigma on their cloak. --a draft poem by Carla Jeanne
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