(Today’s prompt is to choose an abstract noun from a given list and then use that as the title for a poem that contains very short lines, and at least one invented word.)
How calm
you were
the day
you died,
watching me
running
pillar to post
getting untied
getting
things done,
things that were
a waste of time.
(Would you
have rather
I stopped
and sat by your side?)
Were you sad?
maybe?
to say
farewell?
To be leaving
This earth
you loved
so well?
Or did
you smile,
“see you, punctling,
at your peril!”?
(Or would you
have rather,
I stopped
talked, sweet and gentle?)
Punctling: punctilious darling
ipsita banerjee 
Very heartfelt lines ma’am! Love the new word! 😄
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This is like a thriller movie. It has lots of elements to it. It also has a story.
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gorgeous, punctling. Love that word! And a beautiful poem that gives pause to pause.
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Thank you, glad you liked punctling!
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