The exercise:
Write a four line poem about: assurances.
I think this is the end of Part II for my yearlong poem, but I might need another week before I can get back to Buddy.
Mine:
Bucky tried to soothe The Master, assuring
Him he would be safe with them,
But he found it difficult to be consoled
By a master of mayhem.
2 comments:
That's the trouble with four lines: every so often you just can't fit everything you want to say into them. But I'd say that one more verse to conclude the Master's woes here would be fine, and justified :) As it is, I'm starting to wonder if the Master shouldn't have built a therapy robot when he was building Buddy, Bucky and Junior.
I am starting Part III, which will likely be short as it's just to find out where the Robot is before Part IV will be the showdown and will probably take more words than I expect!
Assurances
Part III
Madame Sosotris wakes from troubled sleep
Where tarot cards deform and Lady Bell-
-adonna weeps. Assurances abound
In writhing prophetic shapes, the Robot
Greg - yes, quite often the case, in my experience this year. Hah, a therapy robot would require another half year at least to fit in :P
This is fantastic and I look forward to its continuation next Saturday.
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