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Bang Your Dead Wood

Playing fast & loose with the punctuation in the prompt at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

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Bang your dead wood out to the curb for the garbage collector
Burning it would only sting your eyes

Bang your photos of old loves out to the dust bin
Keeping them in that bottom drawer only attracts mold

Bang your old records onto the rubbish heap
Playing them only encourages that skip

Bang those words that she said to the river
Letting them live would only give them breath

Bang those chronic patterns to the breakneck bonfire
Letting them smolder only burns your feet

 

© Words & Photo by Jilly
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A wild soul writing poetry & fiction while teaching high school literature, all with a camera in tow.

26 thoughts on “Bang Your Dead Wood

  1. Haha, witty take on the words of the prompt. Proof that commas matter! 😉 “I love cooking my dog and my grandma….”

    Beautiful back and forth dialogue poem. Deep meanings that warrant another reading… or three.

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