The sensation’s strange,
when I watch you from afar,
and it doesn’t change.
It doesn’t matter how far–
I can feel you where you are.
When you are right there,
Your gaze sets my skin afire.
When you’re far, I swear.
I am drawn – a moth to fire,
like a dragon fueled by ire.
For today’s prompt, we’re on our second two-for-Tuesday prompt. So pick one, combine both prompts into one poem, or write two (or more) different poems. Here are the prompts:
– Write a nothing will be the same poem. A poem about moment after which nothing will ever be the same, because everything will change. Or…
– Write a nothing will ever change poem. Maybe you’re in the camp of “the more things change, the more they stay the same.” So while things change, they don’t–not really. Or do they? How can things change and not change? I’m confusing myself.
A form I created by marrying the Somonka and Diminishing Verse poetic forms:
- two Tankas (5-7-5-7-7), written as two love letters to each other.
- remove the first letter of the end word in each successive 7 syllable line.
Variation: Poets can remove sounds if they wish like “flies” to “lies” to “eyes.”