it's my party: a cinquain
Listening to: From Root to Crown Pt. 2 | 1 Hour Sound Journey | Shamanic Music | 432hz Healing - Cody The Sound Healer 🎵
Prompt 1: "Compose a series of lunar epigrams—single-line poems reflecting on the phases of the moon throughout the current month, each piece containing exactly thirteen syllables."
okay everyone please literally FUCK the moon
the moon is not natural. but yes, it is pretty.
OMG I hate this. New prompt, new poem:
Prompt 2: "Cotton Candy Nebula: Imagine a nebula made entirely of pink cotton candy, where stars are sprinkles and comets are lollipops."
"I'M SO BORED OF YALETOWN!!" * doesn't know she's an thrip on a thimble *
"IT IS VERY CLEAN & CHARADES AS SAFE THOUGH SO CAN'T COMPLAIN."
"I WANDER WHERE WE'LL—NEVERMIND HAHA OFF TO GUIMBAL"
defiantly: "THE TOWN OF THE RISING SUN & SONS IS WHERE WE SHALL CRIMBLE!!!"
she found respite in her shortcomings & proceeded to board the wrong train.
Notes:
with "stickiness" and "saccharine" in mind, i am tired and just want to finish yesterday's sushi and ready my diaries in bed next to my family.
also slay cinquains omg i want to write a tome of cinquains. loving ABAAB formation. what if this is my calling. ABAAB cinquains.