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write two stanzas to the tune of a previously shitty poem:

in the event of
something
worthwhile:

what a fine and
deadly
game it is!

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connect the last line of your last poem to an image. "I was [last line] but am now [image]." For bonus points, try a rondeau. Which I did exceptit'snotinmeterlol.

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I was alive, but now I dream—
my night sky lit with cerulean,
casting passive glow on land
unfamiliar yet grand
while its lakes teem

with fish’s gleam
under deep water’s seam
where Luna stretched her hand
to touch a distant world

and on dull scales leave
a mark of moonbeam
a temporary brand
reflected on the sand
all things as I seem
here in this waterworld.

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.