JUMBLE-E JUMBLE-I
That Christmas will be unaffected;
Celebrate your past tokens.
Goodnight my love until we meet;
Out of those crows.
Smell of petrichor;
No! No one wants this.
They are pigeons.
He knew he was fool all the same.
Be, the perfect hue of that moon global.
One more thing, the chrysanthemum, a nice finish.
Wild to wanton it grew;
Midmorning sunshine.
JUMBLE-E JUMBLE-I © gillena cox 2022
REVISIT
Challenge:
– choose at least 12 poems (for this 12th month!)
– keep each line intact, unadulterated
– you may add preposition, conjunction or change of tense if it helps the flow
– you may use enjambment to break a line
– the lines do not have to follow date order
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