No Holds Barred Poetry Writing Challenge: Day 4

I woke up dying—
tiny fingers clamped
around my throat
I couldn’t breathe.
It was her—
my unborn child
returning from the hell
I cursed her to,
sealing my fate with
one fatal promise—
our reunion in eternity.

—Nortina

I apologize for the brevity, but with this type of content, shorter poems have the bigger impact. However, I may come back at a later date to add to it if I think it needs more. What are your thoughts?

By the way, is anyone else guilty of posting old, recycled poems? If you’d like to participate in this challenge, writing a brand new poem everyday, join the party! There are no rules . . . well, maybe one—that you sit down and write with little to no planning. Stream of consciousness poetry, perhaps? My poems so far (with the possible exception of Day 3) have been written on impulse. I sat down, had a great first line in mind, and allowed the poem to take me from there. That’s the beauty of poetry writing, I think.

You can write your poem in the comments below or Pingback to any of the poems I’ve written for this challenge so far. I don’t know how long this challenge will last. I’ll let the wind deposit me wherever it blows. Follow along if you want to ride.

photo cred: Funlava http://www.funlava.com/sunset-pictures/)
(photo cred: Funlava http://www.funlava.com/sunset-pictures/)

This post is also part of JusJoJan.jjj-2015

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