“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!” I scream blindfolded.

“I’m coming…”


First I bid my true feelings and thoughts to hide from plain sight

They secured themselves in safe nooks of my subconsciousness

Now I am on the prowl, seeking inspiration at leisure


“What’s poetry?”, the teacher asks and I answer


“A  game of hide and seek

For writers and readers alike

The words of the poem echo

Come, play with me!”


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