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
Tag: sing
NaPoWriMo Day 15
Mother’s Songs
All it takes is one little word,
To crop up in conversation,
And suddenly my mother believes,
That she is a singing sensation.
But! She sings several octaves higher,
Than the artist of the song,
In a barely recognisable tune,
Plus, the lyrics are always wrong.
Well it didn’t take long at all
Before I would break into a song!
Luckily I know my lyrics,
So at least I don’t get those wrong.
Mother sings often,
Spirit as high as her key!
It is contagious.
In response to the fifteenth “bad habits” prompt from NaPoWriMo.net
NaPoWriMo Day 7
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.
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