I’m too full to write –
at least on every free surface:
Love has amazing properties
There’s art in that
The submarine did not experience snow
I thought that was rather rude
Your work is never done
In the Facebook #NaPoWriMo group the prompt for today was to use the last line of yesterday’s poem as the beginning for today’s. I took more last lines, and decided to go for found poetry. The title comes was the last line from the first poem I wrote since I was a child, called The day turned green with envy.