4.3.18 | #3 | National Poetry Month
Happy National Poetry Month!
Like I've done in the past, I'll be following daily prompts.
Enjoy.
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3. Write a poem that is really a love letter to an old flame. To make sure it’s doesn’t slip into sappy, make sure one or more of these words are in the poem: dung beetle, politician, nuclear, exoskeleton, oceanography, pompadour, toilet.
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I studied oceanography in your eyes in hopes of finding love hidden beneath your capricious waves.
Instead, I dove into an abyss with no idea of where I would end up.
But somewhere underneath the sea foam surrounding me, deep down in the void of navy nothingness, I found a cove to call my own.
I call this place home, a temporary paradise in the depths.
There is no "lost" here, only a constant finding, new discoveries to be admired and fawned over.
I call this place mine, even though I am not yours.
Like I've done in the past, I'll be following daily prompts.
Enjoy.
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3. Write a poem that is really a love letter to an old flame. To make sure it’s doesn’t slip into sappy, make sure one or more of these words are in the poem: dung beetle, politician, nuclear, exoskeleton, oceanography, pompadour, toilet.
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I studied oceanography in your eyes in hopes of finding love hidden beneath your capricious waves.
Instead, I dove into an abyss with no idea of where I would end up.
But somewhere underneath the sea foam surrounding me, deep down in the void of navy nothingness, I found a cove to call my own.
I call this place home, a temporary paradise in the depths.
There is no "lost" here, only a constant finding, new discoveries to be admired and fawned over.
I call this place mine, even though I am not yours.
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