Twenty little poetry projects

Is the prompt for hour three

With images and metaphors

This prompt is not for me

Twenty lines that contradict

The lines that came before

One with “slang you’ve never heard of”

Another showing less is more

I sat and stared at every line

And thought “there’s just no way”

So instead I’ll flip it on its head

And do it all my way

My senses are much more than five

And because I’m deaf, one less

I can’t write as my future self

For she hasn’t got here, yet

But I can give you twenty lines

Oh, look, I’m almost there

I’ll take your prompt and make my own

With a little Mandy flair

Perhaps I’ll make it 32

Little poetry projects hence

And here I am at 24

Who’s taking all the bets?

I’ll bet on me, it’s what I do

I’ll make my pen just dance

Through all the lines until I’m done

I’ll always take that chance

C’est la vie, it’s just my life

The way I’ve always lived it

On the edge of some bloody knife

I’ll survive when someone twists it.

~Mandy Kocsis©2023~