The Day 4 OctPoWriMo theme is based on the prompt between the clouds and water and where poetry hides
You’ll not find it in cotton clouds,
Words don’t linger much to astound.
You’ll not find poetry in socks,
The drawer where secrets remain lost.
You’ll never find it in your locker,
Or in any safe, secret box.
The poetic muse she’s a tricky one and you’ll not —
Discover the secrets of words never caught.
Sure, search my shoeboxes your —
To discover old love letters torn;
As if their archaic paper had —
Poetic words; handwritten glad,
Yet these lost words are so barren,
You’ll not find poetry here glaring.
You can wish hard for the words to flow and burn within,
Spark inspiration, fulfill writing dreams, whims.
As the words can be impossible,
Leave you feeling epically lost.
Choosing words is hard, improving —
Their form, their shape, tone soothing.
Poetry hides, clashes wickedly,
Now, I’ve no liking for such tricks.
You can wish for words to form melodious speeches,
But you’ll not find poetry it’s a falcon screeching.
Gaze inside marshmallow white puffs,
Clouds or into caverns dark, rough.
You can explore the ocean’s depth,
Or rest upon a beach breathless,
While poetry’s playing games taunting,
You’ll not discover the words lost.
You’ll only find poetry in locals that are mystical —
Where sun, moon, clouds ethereal rise, poetry still sits.
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