My first semester at WWfaC I sat in small group with Lynn who wrote wonderful lists. Until that time, I had not considered the list as a writing form. I am not a list maker in the real world, but sometimes poems begin as lyrical lists of images and transform from there....or not.
Five minutes from then.....
You will be walking away from me, hands trailing the tall prairie grass while mine still feel the faint electric jolt of your fingers sliding out of them.
I will regret every negative thing I ever thought or said about you and want them unsaid unthought.
My knees will shake
my heart will alternately race and stop completely
my throat will close and my lungs will scream for air
finally my mind will become blissfully numb.
a work in progress
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