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So, the Flora and Fauna September is almost finished. I enjoyed it and hope you did, also.

What is going to happen next?

I gave you a poem each day in August, and a photo at least on most of the days of September. What do you want for October?

Word: Flasks
Form: wordwrap poem

So inconspicuous a thing,
so small and nondescript.
You slowly pick it up and bring
it home. A flask. Its neck is chipped,
made from clear glass, and also clear
the liquid that you see within.
You smile. You do not fear
the unknown. Face it with a grin.
You drain the liquor, take a breath
and know what it is that you face.
You smile once more. You smile at Death.
For him it is that you embrace.

—

Tomorrow’s word: debuted

Word: Civilize
Form: Tanka

offering riches
they took away your old gods
their gifts abundant

but under the surface: void.
what riches did they offer?

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Tomorrow’s word: giveaway

Word: Asteroids
Form: Terza Rima

Asteroid Wallowing In Self-Pity – a Terza Rima Sonnet Elegy

I am circling, careening through space
Ever wandering, ever alone.
And I know that I am a disgrace!

Don’t you know that I really bemoan
My flintiness so cold, so gruff?
I am but a splinter of stone.

I get nothing but hate and rebuff.
I’m no planet, so sun and no star,
Just an asteroid – never enough.

And I’m longing to be what they are!
Indwelt or just shining with grace!
I pine over them just from afar.

I’m a frigid and dead-hearted block
Just an asteroid. Just a rock.

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Stay tuned for tomorrow’s word: Civilize

Word: Aerobics
Form: Limerick

There was a young man from Briggs,
Who quite hated aerobics.
He was rather fat
But a real nice lad.
He preferred to write cheap limericks.

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Um, well, yes. The aerobics left me rather uninspired. Sorry.
Another day, another word: Asteroids!

Word: Hummed
Form: Ballad

The moon reflects on white-washed dunes
The sea gleams silver in the night
A voice drifts over, ancient tunes
Hummed by an immemorial wight.

A face, all wrinkled, green with moss
Peeks out of the abyssal sea
Its tune is heavy with old loss,
With pain, with longing and a plea.

The creature sings ’bout love long gone
A promise that was made in vain,
About a game where it’s the pawn
Where treason called a horrid bane.

A hint of stories far beyond
All mortal grasp or sympathy.
I cannot bear it – and I don’t,
I turn and run, I have to flee!

I leave the nightly dunes behind
get back into my lively flow.
The stories that the song entwined
Are gone now. I will never know.

—

Tomorrow’s word: aerobics

Word: Videophone
Form: Monorhyme

How do I write ’bout a videophone?
The thought surely frightens me down to the bone!
I’m sitting here, pondering, feeling alone…
I sweat and I whine, I moan and I groan.

How do I write ’bout a videophone?
I bet you’d have told me, had you only known.
But no, your brain works as well as a stone -
no word, no hint ’bout my videophone.

How do I write ’bout a videophone?
What did I do that I have to atone?
I know what to do: I will just postpone
This horrible piece ’bout a videophone.

Word: corroborate
Form: Brevette (Click Brevette down in the second chart)

Jealousy
c o r r o b o r a t e s
betrayal

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Interesting poetic form. Never heard of it before. There are more poetic forms to be found here. It is interesting what happens when you just set out to use a random poetic form you never tried your hand at before.  Just to see what happens. Language moves more things than we’re aware of or, as a friend of mine recently said: “Language is the level where miracles can come true”.

And tomorrow’s word is videophone.

How’s that for a challenge? First italian potatoe dumplings, now videophone. Thanks, random word generator.