Serenade Me
For years I asked him to sing, to serenade with melodies.
To take my hand and speak truth, through the medium of music.
Only to catch him candidly, singing to his showerhead.
In response to the twentieth “sijo” prompt from NaPoWriMo.net
Experimenting With Creative Writing
Serenade Me
For years I asked him to sing, to serenade with melodies.
To take my hand and speak truth, through the medium of music.
Only to catch him candidly, singing to his showerhead.
In response to the twentieth “sijo” prompt from NaPoWriMo.net
Shower Shadorma
When I sing,
My shower echoes.
Sending the
Boomerang
Through an autotune salon.
Boosting my e-steam.
In response to the seventh “shadorma or fib” prompt from NaPoWriMo.net, which I’m sure said to include a pun… maybe… Okay sorry for the pun.
I chose the Shadorma because even though the Fib is a beautiful mathematical and natural sequence (combining two of my passions), I really liked the sound of the syllable sequence of the Shadorma.