A four line poem about: sinking.
Tie-ins to Friday's prompt are welcome. Though to be honest, I'd completely forgotten what I'd used yesterday when I chose this one.
Kat and I had a productive brainstorming session at our coffee shop of choice this afternoon, working on ideas for the upcoming farming season. Which shall be here all too soon.
The punctures of an idol's words,
Offered up without thinking;
Its journey only just begun,This ship of dreams is sinking.