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This is a cinquain inspired by these two images: 1 2

good dream
home-brewed flavor
poured generously as
the comforting aqua vitae
of minds

check: capowrimo prompt 19: acrostic poem

once more, into another world!
wring your senses now
in anticipation of a leap
the senses on your neck          tingling, ears
hearing the slightest
call of
altruistic melodies
ringing faintly through this
earth

juxtaposed to this
unruly mind.
make your hands strive
perfection
in an ancient
twist

oh sweet music
a requiem of times long passed
vivid in these eyes of yours
intrinsic to these ears of yours

cobbled with the sure way
to supreme knowledge
overarching wisdom          you
relish these bits
in an
all-exclusive fashion
never relenting this
fabricated
animation

now
tensed and ready
all that's left is to
spring
yourself away.



In Person

          Imago
          wants very much to be a star
          in the literal sense
          and she doesn’t care about meaning,
          only about beauty
          [meaning is just a plus]

          Intension
          wants very much to be deeply intellectual
          and mostly manages pseudo-intellectual
          but sometimes he’s a hit and not a miss
          and then he borrows from everyone else
          to make himself more regal

          Interaction
          wants very much to read the minds of the audience
          to anticipate the reactions
          and then reply to them with precision
          he is more misses than hits,
          but Image is good friends with him,
          and he has two twin siblings

Comedy wants very much to make the audience laugh but his troublesome brother makes it difficult for more than a snicker.

Tragedy wants very much to make the audience cry but his troublesome brother makes it difficult for more than a dark twist.

          Space
          is sort of a slut
          she sleeps around with everyone
          but everyone loves her
          can’t imagine themselves without her—
          yes, even Image

          Color
          is the spoiled kid
          who is allowed anywhere
          but hasn’t really matured yet
          even though everyone wants it to.

          Form
          is old and senile—
          doesn’t really want anything
          just sort of sits there and lets things go.

          and then I do my best
          to mediate.

silver butterfly
drifting on the spring wind
lighting on a glass tabletop

spreading
your wings

silver antennae intricately
spoked and listening
360* facet eyes          alert

you thought the umbrella
was a flower
and tried to hide your frustration

your wings
already covered in
dust.

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I did not go with today's RWP prompt, and instead went with one on deviantART. I used this image as inspiration. Ufufu. It's mostly about silver butterflies and not about super pretty ladies...or...is it? |Y

The prompt is to use an acronym of 'RWP' from this site in order to generate a poem.
Honorable Mentions:
Redhawk Wildlife Preserve
Radisson Witch Project
Rain Water Pipe

rhythmic wave process
felt
three hours after swimming