a jet cuts across the blue
carrying bodies in its metal womb
to be delivered somewhere else
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Napowrimo Day 30 prompt: “I’d like you to try your hand at a minimalist poem. What’s that? Well, a poem that is quite short, and that doesn’t really try to tell a story, but to quickly and simply capture an image or emotion.“
With thanks to the jet that flew over my house while I was feeling creatively blocked!
Napowrimo comes to a close with the passing of today. I’m quite happy with myself for writing a poem every single day of April. It’s a first!
Until next year, may your fingers be ink stained and your laptop not crash. Keep writing! 😊
Charlotte Hamrick 
Love this! I dropped a friend off at the airport today. This made me think of him being delivered in a metal womb.
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I’m so glad you like it! I was just reading some of your poems and they’re so good! I’m sorry we didn’t meet up before today but I hope you’ll continue writing.
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Thank you. I hope to actually keep the momentum going with writing this time around. Glad we connected!
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Congratulations, Charlotte! I made it through, too. 🙂
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Brava for lasting through with everyday delivery. of poem bodies. 🙂 To new destinations!
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Cheers!
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