Today, I challenge you to write a lune. This is a sort of English-language haiku. While the haiku is a three-line poem with a 5-7-5 syllable count, the lune is a three-line poem with a 5-3-5 syllable count. There’s also a variant based on word-count, instead of syllable count, where the poem still has three lines, but the first line has five words, the second line has three words, and the third line has five words again. Either kind will do, and you can write a one-lune poem, or write a poem consisting of multiple stanzas of lunes. Happy writing!
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Peering your way advertent obscure,
Days have passed,
Shards of glass inside me.
Why is sorrow so meaningless.
Make it better,
Hear me out; you refuse.
Coupledome requires us both to,
Tell the truth,
Communication is key; so listen.
Capricious games are not me,
I’m not playing,
Whatever joke you’re about today.
Be serious, moments are fading,
I’m still waiting,
How many nights spent crying?
Brokenness, requires feeling I think,
To care enough,
Feeling gutted and raw inside.
Thought we were supposed to,
Make our lives,
Lasting moments for each other.
Carelessness, you have no soul,
Once you loved,
Love has grown thin, cold.
In Purgatory, if you believe,
What Catholics teach,
Frightening fire, burning soot reeks.
Fire enthrals passion, makes heat.
But you’re ice,
Was there ever crackling flames?
Again, convinced myself you were,
Healthy for me,
Should’ve kept searching and hoping.
Now, I’m raw, inside out.
Sobbing mess living.
Making or breaking; I’m leaving.
You don’t hear me leave,
It’s fine because —
You never saw me anyways.
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