Why do we put ourselves through this torture? Today’s prompt from OctPoWriMo gives us three words for a free verse poem: caterpillar, chrysalis, butterfly. Here’s mine.
Brief interlude of precious time
awaits emergence from chrysalis
of butterfly before extinction
so make the most of it.
and at dVerse, they would like a modern take on myth: Here’s mine:
ancient myth of creation
I know it’s right to shrink my poetry, but have I gone too far?