Poetry Prompt – Take some time to think about your truth. Where do your thoughts lead? Are there particular images or memories this truth conjures? Was it something you felt the need to defend or was it that something that fortified you in times of need? Your truth is a part of your being. Introduce us to him/her.
Word Prompts– absolute, bravado, reckoning, freedom, peace, flexible, fortitude , independent, reason
Poetry Type : Villanelle or Cascade
I chose Villanelle
But what is my truth anyway?
Some cosmic spirit trapped in a mortal body,
But beware of tomorrows and aware of yesterday’s play.
My name when I loudly say,
some random alphabets bestowed on me by somebody.
But what is my truth anyway?
And what do I radiate when I sway and sway
while contemplating on my fortitude? I am cloudy,
but beware of tomorrows and aware of yesterday’s play.
A beautiful face in the mirror as I smile any way,
a lie reflected- not me but conscious thoughts about me and my body.
But what is my truth anyway?
And my talk- how about my word play?
Just some airy vibrations – fast and slow; I am moldy,
but beware of tomorrows and aware of yesterday’s play.
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