It's NaPoWriMo 2016! The prompt to kick it all off is astoundingly uninspiring; to write a lune. I think I would have been happier with the prompt "Uh... write a poem or whatever..."
Circled Sun
The clouds are a kingdom
I'll never indwell
So let them cry, precipitate
I see the circled sun
The sky heaves
Something snaps unhurriedly
Heaven is layered in shades
I was shown
The vault belongs to none
None but me
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Day Thirty I like a poem because it's not like a painting. Because I'll confidently cradle something stainless; hold the exceptio...
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So, two weeks in and I'm somewhat surprised to find myself sticking at this poetry malarkey. In fact I'm enjoying it very much. To...
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Day Thirty I like a poem because it's not like a painting. Because I'll confidently cradle something stainless; hold the exceptio...
Well done on this poem. I especially like the part about the circled sun. 😃
ReplyDeleteLove those first two lines.....they seem magical!
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