Daily writing prompts from June 9th, 2008 to December 31st, 2022
The exercise:
Write a four line poem about: a warning.
Hmm, aren't the bones warning enough?A warningStill no mermaids, no sirens to sing me to my doom,And the bones are passed by with patient steps.Whatever warning they should send has passed me by as wellAnd then the trees give way to tall-grassed steppes.Maybe not....
Greg - no, apparently not, it would seem.Very curious to discover what this island has in store for your narrator.
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Hmm, aren't the bones warning enough?
A warning
Still no mermaids, no sirens to sing me to my doom,
And the bones are passed by with patient steps.
Whatever warning they should send has passed me by as well
And then the trees give way to tall-grassed steppes.
Maybe not....
Greg - no, apparently not, it would seem.
Very curious to discover what this island has in store for your narrator.
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