I promise this is the last disaster poem for awhile! As for traditional forms, this piece may prove once and for all that we will always be at odds. {Translation, I ain' any good.} Like to think I can master them, but...we'll see. Part of the problem here may be that I am writing fiction [as is true of the last poem]. Many of my poems are about fictional characters and situations, but some veer closer to home. . .Whoa there, Nellie! Not supposed to use this space to write a book! Hope some of you find things to like about the poem below. Pretty much on the fence, myself.:)
?To each his or her own?
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