It's actually the thirtieth day, the last day of the NaPoWriMo challenge, and this is my twelfth poem for this year (as opposed to the 21 poems I wrote for last year's NaPoWriMo). <Sigh> The prompt for Day 21 is to write a poem that repeats or…  | Andrea R Huelsenbeck April 30 | It's actually the thirtieth day, the last day of the NaPoWriMo challenge, and this is my twelfth poem for this year (as opposed to the 21 poems I wrote for last year's NaPoWriMo). <Sigh> The prompt for Day 21 is to write a poem that repeats or focuses on a single color. Black as
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Black as a little girl's shiny patent leather Mary Janes.
Black as the ebony keys of a Steinway concert grand.
Black as a hot dog forgotten on the grill.
Black as the bottom of a lake at midnight.
Black as Grandma's Persian lamb jacket.
Black as the lump of coal in a naughty child's Christmas stocking.
Black as a panther or a black widow spider.
Black as coffee without creamer.
Black as freshly-laid asphalt.
Black as a raven.
Black as poppy seeds.
Black as the eyes of a pit bull in an animal shelter.
Black as the darkest night.
That's the color of my prognosis.
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