Written for GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 25:
Write your own poem in which you use at least three metaphors for a single thing, include an exclamation, ruminate on the definition of a word, and come back in the closing line to the image or idea with which you opened the poem.
When the rains came that day
you had to wonder why?
What had you done to deserve
these questions from the sky?
School was quietly cancelled
and you had to entertain
ideas to the innocent
that you were unable to explain.
A story folded mid-sentence,
the page torn from the first chapter;
a question…
that will never reach an answer.
Somewhere, a plastic tricycle
and a single dusty shoe
are waiting as a reminder
of the happiness you knew.
It’s a goddamn genocide!
Yet it’s constantly denied –
On its way to a holocaust
from which you cannot hide.
No – it’s a goddamn genocide!
One day to be repaid
By ghosts of all those glass bells broken
when the rain returns – afraid.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
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