Today’s prompt: Choose an abstract word and write a poem about it using only concrete images
Worry
The second hand sweeps the face so slowly.
She pulls out the cell phone to check the time again,
and then again.
The phone back in the purse, a purse so disordered
that it needs to be cleaned – right now!
Pulling out old receipts, used Kleenex, stray
mints, empty packs of gum.
Consolidate, organize, discard, and still
the seconds creep along.
The cell phone again – a game of
Candy Crush, her concentration broken
by random thoughts, specific fears.
Looking up, she shivers
to see the doctor approach.
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