Prompt for Hour Seventeen
Text prompt:
Write a poem either titled or centred around a ‘Kaleidoscope’.
Prompt contributed by Bhasha Dwivedi.
Image Prompt:
Photo by Bro Takes Photos
Life vs Time
Time
Slips
dips
Trips
glides
Slides
rocks
And
rolls.
Life
Glides
strides
Slides
rides
Rolls
and
rocks.
when life
ceases to
Exist.
Time will still
rock
Roll
stride
Glide
slide
and go bye.
Screw it! (Prompt 16)
The best advice I was ever given
was to throw away
any printed instructions
Just wing it
I was told; figure it out
trust your instincts, and your guts
The best advice I was ever given
has served me well
being as life is not
never has been a
slot A into tab B
sort of endeavor – strictly D-I-Y
Life much more IKEA than Louis XVI
even when many of
the parts are
missing you learn
more by improvising than conforming
– Mark L. Lucker
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Hour Sixteen: A pretend poem
let’s pretend, shall we?
while we swing on the tire
we’re preparing for life
what should we begin with?
ah, life begets life, they say,
so, take one life form
meld it with another life form
(that’s hard)
because there’s the right
moment to contend with
the right temperature
the right subsoil for jumpstarting
new life
(did i mention right emotion as well?)
there, you have it now
try it and tell me
what you think in the comments
though there may be step by step videos
out there
i’ll stop here
Hour 16: Villanelle
Unable to resist your allure,
Seduced by your intelligence,
Listening to you entices me more,
A tantalizing glimpse at something so pure,
Drawing back just a little, my feelings are premature,
Unable to resist your allure,
In your arms, I feel so secure,
Coveting the moment,
Listening to you entices me more,
You placed the bait,
I only dived in of course,
Unable to resist your allure,
Only to find myself coveting what’s yours,
Sensations of temptations,
Listening to you entices me more,
Don’t you worry, rest assured,
I will try to hold back
Unable to resist your allure,
Listening to you entices me more.
Petrichor
Droplets falling from the sky
Striking the hot pavement
The smell filling my nose
Bringing a flood of memories
And a feeling of happy contentment
Rachnoc Haiku 16 Hour 16
She cries the R word
On deaf ears, but the crying,
Reminds of others.
Flashbacks fast and thick
The drowning, white eyes, shrieking cries,
Rachnoc slimes the wall.