The Compass
Who remembers
The compass that
always
points to your
Tea
Brewed from Thunderstorm
Clouds makes
you...
Don't!
Look down!
The tattoo
That appears
When you
Tell
Your first real lie
The compass that always points
to your...
... five seconds...
The books rewrite themselves
7.4.25
The entire poem is built with prompts provided by @freewritehouse - not a single word is added.
Photo
Kompas
Navigasi arah yang lalu ku ingat
Tersesat dalam hutan
Terbaring tak berdaya
Menanti arah mata angin
Ujung Selatan, Utara , Timur dan Barat
And next you figure out a compass never points to the Norh but is about 1000 miles wrong!
Good to see you back dear friend!
You have the talent. You have that feline cunning, to transform these banal words into art. Loose words that don't mean much, but these holding hands. You put order in the everyday chaos. Are you still plotting beautiful things? How about this morning's cold?
#wewrite #comment
I try to make an aniversery entry but it takes long to search among the photos and the scrolling hurts my eyes ☹️
I started yesterday and yes, it is still cold 🥶... No snow.
Thanks for your great comment. No idea if the chaos is less chaotic but it is something and I like the puzzle aspect - which I miss here.
#wewrite and read and who knows even #comment.
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Did you just combine all the prompts in 1 post?
I remember you were telling about this twice before. But, I have not got an idea to do so. Now, I have an example.. =P