Pain, a poor companion
puts us on the wrong foot
punctuates each moment
pestiferous pills shape
philosophy goes phut.
a Pleiades poem for OctPoWriMo day 17, also for dVerse Meeting the Bar
The Pleiades is a poem of seven-lines, each of six syllables, where each line begins with the same letter as the one-word title. It is supposed to include a reference to a celestial body, but I couldn’t work that in!
I can’t say that this form grabs me (being a syllable-counting phobe) but faute de mieux…