Sunday, April 9, 2017

Spark Plug Trauma

Stargazer wine whispers
Permeated freedoms. My
Apple pleasures surrender sleepy
Relics to the holy grail
Kept on toll booth bunkers

Prowling beyond the veil
Lemon grass tonic and moko jumbie
Under the vestige. And I bisect
Gluttonous heliotropic souls

Hey all, here is poem number 9. Today's prompt at NaPoWriMo was to write a 9 line poem. And I thought why not? Here is an acrostic poem using the words "spark plug" which happen to be 9 letters, 9 lines. And guess what it is not a doom and gloom poem.

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