With a single ember

You started a forest fire

In all of my sentences

And I am scorched and singed right down

To my every last verb

And shakey adjective

And onomatopoeic shudder.

You did that to me

And the only words I can find now

Are the ones that scream.

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❤👽

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*** Too tired to Peanut Gallery my own poem… zzzzzzz…. ***

*** Good thing you wrote the poem last week, Toots. ***

*** On second thought… my Peanut Gallery never rests. Yay. 🙄 ***