I'm really trying to try poetry. That's what matters, right?
Are they tiger stripes?
Angry purple ravages?
Or are they just skin?
The evening is dark.
Cicadas chirp quietly,
but thoughts scream and whirl.
Sun shines and then burns.
Sand exfoliates then irks.
Heat warms then sweat pours.
Joints crick and crackle.
Hair thins and turns to silver.
Oh, how time goes on.
I am behind me,
watching my life unwind/fold.
When will I join in?
(Prompt by me)
Courtesan playing Shakuhachi by Suzuki Harunobu (circa 1725-1770). Page from: Ehon Seiro Bijin Awase. Source: Portrait de courtisane (musée Guimet). https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Portrait_de_courtisane_(mus%C3%A9e_Guimet)_(15516789331).jpg
Are they tiger stripes?
Angry purple ravages?
Or are they just skin?
The evening is dark.
Cicadas chirp quietly,
but thoughts scream and whirl.
Sun shines and then burns.
Sand exfoliates then irks.
Heat warms then sweat pours.
Joints crick and crackle.
Hair thins and turns to silver.
Oh, how time goes on.
I am behind me,
watching my life unwind/fold.
When will I join in?
(Prompt by me)
Courtesan playing Shakuhachi by Suzuki Harunobu (circa 1725-1770). Page from: Ehon Seiro Bijin Awase. Source: Portrait de courtisane (musée Guimet). https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Portrait_de_courtisane_(mus%C3%A9e_Guimet)_(15516789331).jpg
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