Monday, February 20, 2017

Poem

I sit in my seat

 and set my silverware.

I prepare for a feast.

I am greeted hello

by the waffle's aura.


I am engulfed

Into the waffle.

The waffle is engulfed

Into me.

Until it is

No more.




Personification, Sibilance, and euphony.

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