Oct 2, 2021
Prompt: Syllables
Underwhelmed
Golden eyes gazing
At the approaching storm cloud
From behind a pair of silver lenses
Universe in tumult, backwards into the future
We churn blindly and become again like so much primordial soup.
Electric mud tornado closes the distance to the eyes, heedless
Of the glass that separates them. Will it hold? Or will the illusion shatter?
The image of safety - soap bubble paradise - pops and spills her uncompassion on the dirty ground.
#poetry#creative writing#01-06-2021#syllables#I think it was supposed to have a greater number of syllables in each line than the one before?#too obsessed with the phrase ''like so much'' to get the pattern perfect though#I have so many little crutches in my writing where I just love the vibes of a certain way to phrase things#I know it's a sin. maybe I'll get over it someday#also lowkey obsessed with primordial soup like what a great idea.#once upon a time we were all soup#back in the good old days