2022 Poetry Challenge Extracts: Days 11-17

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As promised, here are the entries from Days 11-17 of the 2022 Poetry Challenge. It's Day 18 as I prepare this, so there will be another multiple-extract entry, shortly. In the meantime, however:

Poetry Challenge 2022

Streak 1: 17 Days
Poem 11 - 51 words
First 10% (rounded down)
 
Day 11
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Midnight

neath the rising 

sun, ...

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Poem 12 - 25 words
First 10% (rounded down)
 
Day 12
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Wish upon...
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Poem 13 - 91 words
First 10% (rounded down)
 
Day 13
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Lioma sang the stars down

She sang the skies

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Poem 14 - 63 words
First 10% (rounded down)
 
Day 14
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Dancing on a winter’s night 

the...

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Poem 15 - 43 words
First 10% (rounded down)
 
Day 15
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Sea serpents entwined, writhing

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Poem 18 - 65 words
First 10% (rounded down)
 
Day 16
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By the rivers and the brooks,

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Poem 19 - 38 words
First 10% (rounded down)
 
Day 10
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To wish upon...
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To be published in: Yet Another 365 Days of Poetry
 

 
 

 

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