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Prompted to Wait
by Kristina Woodhill
When Mark Twain
sent me the raft from Huckleberry Finn,
I began waiting
40 days and nights
for the rains to start
filling my grand expectations,
remembering after 20
that I had read the wrong book
and,
regrettably,
had to let all the animals go.
12/12/2015 Author's Note: Challenge at my poetry meet-up: Write a poem where a literary figure shows up and tells you something and/or gives you something.
Posted on 12/13/2015
Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/14/15 at 12:17 PM think of it this way, Kristina, at least you saved a bundle on feeding expenses. lovely challenge, lovely ode in reaction to. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/15/15 at 02:13 AM Witty stuff, Kristina. Cool that you're interacting in a workshop environment. Did wonders for my own work. |
| Posted by Johanna May on 02/12/16 at 12:16 PM Very witty, wish we have a poetry meet up where I am, I bet poems makes more friends xx |
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