What if every dawn illuminated hope?
What if every house was a home?
What if words had only positive meanings?
What if gross only meant twelve dozen?
What if thirst only happened to plants?
What if everyone holding hands produced a circle of love?
What if politicians had no power over a woman’s womb?
What if simple soap and water could eliminate prejudice?
What if war was only a card game?
What if every dawn illuminated peace?
Written for NaPoWriMo day 14. The prompt is to write an anaphora: a poem of 10 lines where each line begins with the same word. Photo is from Cape Cod some years ago.
lillian the home poet 
I’m quite sure you’re holding the Ace of Spades, which means you’ve got a Full House… But I’m going to call, anyway…
I really liked your Anaphora. You began with a bang. It mellowed down a little later, and then there were cards…
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I also went with a questioning motif. A love the image and how it suggests the dawning of intelligent answers to these questions.
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