Gupta-Carlson poems

Narrative non-fiction is my genre. Poetry is my play.

Friday, April 4, 2014

Luna

(Today's prompt comes from my longtime junior high and high school friend, Bailea Jenkins, with whom I just reconnected recently on Facebook. It is to write a lune, which she describes as a 3-5-3 poems: words, not syllables.)

Once a month
cats yowl and run wildly
the full moon
Posted by Himanee Gupta-Carlson at 6:34 AM
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