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| Cotton I’ve seen cotton in the parched fields of the Oklahoma panhandle, straggling, skeletal bushes against the red earth, and the soft white bolls scattered by a careless harvest, the remnants blown by the wind to line the road, like plastic bags abandoned in a New York garbage strike. An odd similarity, but the same chaotic lassitude in the dry heat of the plains and the bustling detritus of the city, our discards an offence against perception. Line count: 16 Free verse For The Daily Poem, 02.05.26 Prompt: Cotton, use the word “soft” in your poem. |
| Shoes Dirty old shoes deserve a rest dirty old shoes have stood the test dirty old shoes were never the best dirty old shoes bound for the west. Journey’s end and shuck them off like hats in honour so to doff old friends often choose to scoff common feelings serf or toff. Dirty old shoes are friends in need dirty old shoes the walker’s creed. Line count: 10 Rhymed aaaa bbbb cc (in what I call chant style) For The Daily Poem, 02.04.26 Prompt: Picture showing a hand holding dirty old shoes, ten lines exactly. |
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