Hour 12: Frankenpoem Challenge
We were not always strangers
in this place, like souls who were lost
as time wore away their names.
Even as the rains came drowning our passions,
who liked to play in the stream,
You already knew
this could happen first
last, opening our lives
on a virtual stage, pounding
the blacks and blues
out of their souls as muscles burned
on the rope for a world gone mad.
I wasn’t in the mood.
And it pieced in pretty well.
“We were not always strangers” killed it.
It’s given life an apt interpretation.
Thank you.
Wow! Love the punch at the end! Great job!
Thank you.
I find it unbelievable that these are lines form different poems. They work so well with another! Beautiful! 🙂
Thank you. I was stumped and got the idea from another friend doing the marathon.