Experimenting With Creative Writing
Coffee Shop Windows
Looking through coffee shop windows,
I appear to stare at you.
I’m not counting your empty cups,
Nor how many cakes you’ve bit into.
I’m not peering through.
I am too busy gauging my reflection’s identity.
Does she have any prosperity?
I wish I knew.
In response to the penultimate “windows” prompt from NaPoWriMo.net
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It matters not whether I frown,
Nor lower my head in shame.
For I will always be the clown,
In your wicked game.
Even when I tread with stealth,
And deny all that you claim,
I will always be myself,
When you put me in the frame.
You may not devise my fate,
No matter how precise your aim.
I will rise above your hate.
With pride, I state my name.
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In response to dVerse’s Clowning Around Prompt found here
Also loosely inspired by Emeli Sandé’s Clown.
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