Pile of pans and plates
all dried-dirt-kissed,
beside untouched
porous sponge.
Dripping faucet,
says tap, tap, tap.
Below rusted sink
mice munch, munch, munch.
Blood-bathed body,
lifeless eyes wide open.
Silently decays,
alone, badly broken.
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Photo credit: Unsplash
In response to OctPoWriMo 2016 by Morgan Dragonwillow‘s Day 8.
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Palette creates a vivid word painting within a brief and lyrical poem. It is simply a short poem, using vivid imagery. This genre was specified by Viola Berg. There is no prescribed structure or rhyme. The only mandate is the poem should create a brilliant image in the reader’s mind.
The Palette is:
- a word painting.
- framed at the discretion of the poet.
