Lillian, tonight’s Pub Master, is hosting Quadrille Monday
at the dVerse Poets Pub. We’re asked to create a 44-word
poem using the word “figment”. Here’s my poem.
She knelt
down on
bended
knee
Heard a
voice say
“Come to me”
It’s just a
figment,
this can’t be
A voice that
sounded
just like he
“I think
I will count
to three
Then of his
ghost
I will be
free
One, two….”
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44 Words
This is “Imagination” by Bob Dylan
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