Tonight I was looking for some inspiration,
Unlike some, I didn't turn to medication.
I looked to my intuition,
And and saw a ghostly apparition.
I enjoyed its company for awhile,
Our conversation being quite versatile.
I had a slight idea then,
So I walked from the kitchen, to the den.
Picking up my quill,
Dipped it into a rill.
Filling it with the stark black ink,
Writing each line, long a Cinque.
Eight later I read it over,
It was as attractive as calvary clover.
Pleased I turned once more to my intuition,
But this time there was no apparition.
I waited then went to bed,
Pleased with my work, I slept instead.
(Cinque: The five on dice.)
A contest entry
- Word Prompt Rhyme! by Beverlynohime.
550 points, ended May 14, 2009, 9 entries
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Comments
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Beautifully quilled! lol I love it! Thanks for the entry!
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This poem is about not being satisfied with what you write and that keeping you up at night. Wasn't feeling that when I wrote it, but I have had that feeling a lot.
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