Challenge
“My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.”
—Virginia Woolf
Create a poem out of whatever scraps you find lying around (your brain or otherwise).
Gray
I sit in the gray night
Gifted goosebumps from the gale
Monotone in delight
Whooshing winds wind and whistle
Soothing a mind most contrite
Breathing breezes and bores
Hopeful of being in the right
Life lies within learning lessons
Yet application takes might
Beyond the brick barrier brightens
I no longer feel so tight
Coming to conclusions consistently
Beyond what's black and white
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