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Writing 201: Poetry, Day Five — Fog, Elegy, Metaphor

Warmth gives way to blackness
Something I may never recover
My memory is under a blanket of wine
Or it was a bed never made

Sunlight cuts through my head
Astringent. Cleansing.
Only after bitter medicine
Can I begin to heal

Elegy as a concept – fine. Elegiac was just too stressful. I need to figure out how meter actually works before I really have to use it!

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