"...it's been 17 days of words and meter and rhyme. I am not sure of myself. Sometimes I just start talking in rhyme, what's worst is when I start talking in meter. I don't know what else to do. I have started counting syllable, like my life is a walking haiku..."
Okay, that part is sometimes true. When your writing become so a part of you that you start living and/or speaking it. Not sure how I want to proceed today. Not really into writing a 26 line poem, but then again, it may go quickly in the development. i do know that I dislike rushing poems, so I guess we will see...
Prompt: Blood and Bones / Poetic Form: Oddquain
Built Upon
Blood,
heartbeat of
living essence of
the structure of the body
Bones.
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