napowirmo

In the middle of love

 

in the middle of love

in the middle of life

in the middle of London

what am I to do?

I could do a fuck-lot worse

than being

stuck

in

the middle

with you

 

We are in London for a dear friend’s wedding … Prompt:  Because we’re halfway through NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that reflects on the nature of being in the middle of something. The poem could be about being on a journey and stopping for a break, or the gap between something half-done and all-done. 

 

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