I RARELY write poems that rhyme. Mostly because I feel like the final result is childish or somehow less than. But, I ran across this Instagram prompt challenge and decided: what the hell? So, here is my “write a poem about love that rhymes.”
I actually scribbled the first part of this in a notebook a number of years ago and then I happened to find it a few days ago. I liked this idea of shunning the traditional idea that autumn is a time to bundle up, couple up, and take fall photos at the pumpkin patch. Rather, it serves as a nice reminder that you’re strong on your own too and you can let all your pretty colors shine! And you know what, even when those pretty colors fade – you’re just preparing to bloom.
I’ve really been enjoying this adventure into Blackout Poetry and so as an extra challenge, I took the same page and made three very different poems! Which is your favorite?
Gods Behaving Badly. Page 69. Digital.
Fall is in full swing up here in the PNW so I’ve been having a little fun! Enjoy!
Mistborn. Page 524. Digital.
Wolves of the Calla. Page 247. Paperback.