Apr 2020
It’s Easter in Coronaland;
The empty malls hold silent air.
There’s paranoia on demand
For Easter in Coronaland.
The baby chickens make their stand;
And pastel rabbit eggs declare:
It’s Easter in Coronaland
In empty malls of silent air.
The empty malls hold silent air.
There’s paranoia on demand
For Easter in Coronaland.
The baby chickens make their stand;
And pastel rabbit eggs declare:
It’s Easter in Coronaland
In empty malls of silent air.
PROMPT 12: write a triolet.
These eight-line poems involve repeating lines and a rhyme scheme.
Seriously, I think I have written WAY better stuff than this.
It was a completely formulaic write in response to the prompt...
But this Triolet is getting read and the others are barely getting 15 reads per day.
One thing about HP, it surprises one to find out what poetry others pay attention to. It is very counter-intuitive.
I think my recent *****-poem is much better poetically (?)
These eight-line poems involve repeating lines and a rhyme scheme.
Seriously, I think I have written WAY better stuff than this.
It was a completely formulaic write in response to the prompt...
But this Triolet is getting read and the others are barely getting 15 reads per day.
One thing about HP, it surprises one to find out what poetry others pay attention to. It is very counter-intuitive.
I think my recent *****-poem is much better poetically (?)
