Paperwork


A desk is the only thing between them.
His signature is still fresh
Hers, smudged by a tearstain.





 Instructions: Write a Kimo, a three-line counted form of poetry. Each line have 10, 7, and 6 syllables, in that order. There is only one content rule: the poem should be a snapshot of a moment, without motion.

 Instrucciones: Escribir un Kimo, un tipo de poema de 3 líneas. Cada línea debe tener 10, 7 y 6 sílabas, respectivamente, en ese orden. Solo hay una regla en cuanto al contenido: el poema debe ser la captura de un momento, sin movimiento.

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  1. Nate14 de noviembre de 2019, 8:19

    The first line nicely establishes the couple's relationship, and the difference in their signatures was an effective way to show the reader how they feel about the split. We had very similar ideas!

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    1. Marisol14 de noviembre de 2019, 23:21

      Thanks Nate! I know!!! I wrote my Kimo on my blog and when I opened the grid I saw DIVORCE and thought: no way! haha what were the odds?

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  2. KB Baltz14 de noviembre de 2019, 9:20

    This was really well done. I have read it through several times now and my mind lingers on a different word or line each time.

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    1. Marisol14 de noviembre de 2019, 23:15

      Wow, thanks!! It was a real challenge for me to make this form of poetry. So happy to know you liked it.

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  3. Whispering Thoughts14 de noviembre de 2019, 14:21

    What a way with words. Enjoyed reading this kimo.

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  4. Sanch @ Sanch Writes15 de noviembre de 2019, 14:42

    I really enjoyed this piece - it's so vivid and you convey so many emotions through the objects that are present or absent

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  5. Allie Bock16 de noviembre de 2019, 9:19

    The imagery is so crisp and it captures the moment perfectly.

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