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rust spots tacked on to tin rimmed garden pots
terracotta sparkles limed and licked in
yellow-lemon blossoms' blots and spits
dotted with crusted blood-like bits crystallised
squeals of teal peeling lustily off in dry seasons
and melting mustily in oily puddles collecting
after driving rains, wettily squirming, riven
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garden pots
infested with dandelion suns bursting
from outer circles' paving
cracks like neglected china cups
blooming into balls of puffs, til loosed
airy-fairies dance over the garden walls
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btw
april 13 2024
The Parlour, Burton Bradstock, Dorset, UK
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https://www.napowrimo.net/
Day 13 prompt : asks you to play with rhyme. Start by creating a "word bank" of ten simple words. They should only have one or two syllables apiece. Five should correspond to each of the five senses (i.e., one word that is a thing you can see, one word that is a type of sound, one word that is a thing you can taste, etc). Three more should be concrete nouns of whatever character you choose (i.e., "bridge," "sun," "airplane," "cat"), and the last two should be verbs. Now, come up with rhymes for each of your ten words. (If you're having trouble coming up with rhymes, the wonderful Rhymezone is at your service). Use your expanded word-bank, with rhymes, as the seeds for your poem. Your effort doesn't actually have to rhyme in the sense of having each line end with a rhymed word, but try to use as much soundplay in your poem as possible.
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