The November PAD Poetry Day 19 Challenge was to write a poem with a hole in it. And so I tried it....
The hole broadens, widens,
swallowing me whole
in a single, satisfied gulp.
And I let it happen.
I feel helpless against its powers,
unable to put up a fight,
unable to struggle against it,
unable to whisper for help.
And who could help me anyway?
Perfection is a demanding taskmaster,
one to whom I have bowed in obeisance
far too often to resist now.
And so I limply acquiesced,
entering the all-consuming black hole
Copyright 2010 by Susanne Barrett
It's been a long month, difficult and busy, but I hope to catch up completely with the Nov PAD Poetry Challenge--I'm only three poems behind now! Yay!