but joy
is the name of
a dodo and no chance
of finding one to sing the song
of love.
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but joy
is the name of
a dodo and no chance
of finding one to sing the song
of love.
Extinct
Lost in a time
When order fractures and
Wakes nocturnal with angry eyes
Alive
But Joy!
Harked the angels.
The Demons were banished
And the ignorant purity
kept Chaste
kept Chaste
through the annals
of Audacity and
Rhyme in idiosyncratic
Metre
Metre
is a measure
of the air you inhale
and exhale into graded words
in life.
in life
I find what my
Maker had in mind for
me and what I shared with his sleight
of hand
In hand
We walk together
Till the road ends
And all we have is us
Forever together.
I have no Idea if I did that right but here it is!
It's lovely but not the correct form. You begin with the last two syllables of the person above you, so it should have been 'of' hand and then you follow the pattern of syllables for a cinquain...Quote:
Originally Posted by Kayrose
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Good luck and try again, often.
of hand
I watch you reach
do not prick your finger
unless prepared to sleep it off
wake up
wake up
your fates await
pick one for your own style
or dark destiny may find you
sweating
sweating
tossing, turning
a hot night of dreaming
drag me through the sand to oceans
quenching
quenching
this early dew
day rising like magma
from the oceans edge makes me burn
for life
for life
and plenitude
to show, window blinds must
spread slivers of our inside selves
to day
to day
a toast to you
I hold my glass up high
my face a rainbow reflecting
crystals
crystals
of starlight flash
like a fairy's hard gaze,
iridesce keenly before my
dark eyes