My poetry for today follows the NaPoWriMo prompt to write a monostich, which is a one-line poem. I had not heard of a monostich before today, but I'm always glad to try a new form of poetry. I've written four today.
Spring
A butterfly flutters in the soft breeze.
* * * * *
Cold
She presses her body to his, basking in his heat.
* * * * *
Identity
She listened to their whispers and lost herself in their lies.
* * * * *
Disappearance
The pond ripples and then stills.
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