Today's Prompt: "Today, I want you to write an outsider poem. You can be the outsider; someone else can be the outsider; or it can even be an animal or inanimate object that's the outsider."
Outside Looking In
rain embossed pane
of iron gray
firm, hard, impenetrable
mist stained pane
of cold silver
frozen, stiff, impassable
tear sullied pain
of empty slate
fragile, brittle, impermeable
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Very Nice :)ReplyDelete
oh. this makes me almost feel the discomfort of the outside world.ReplyDelete
Awwww... this is so sad... I feel so... outside. It's a great poem Nessa.ReplyDelete
When it comes to talent I'm outsideReplyDelete
Reading this poem I sat and cried
Because today I really tried
But yours is better I sighed .
Such a beautiful poem, it echocardiography. :)ReplyDelete
Humor & Fun World
It's a great poem Nessa!ReplyDelete
Love it! Love the form. Fascinating.ReplyDelete
Juliana: Mission accomplished.
Melli: I did want to make you sad, so thanks.
Dr. John: Here is my retort,
Stop selling yourself short
I love the way you rhyme
You make me laugh all the time.
Your Highness: **curtsy**