Hey, where was Day 6? I attempted to do the prompt for Day 6. Ekphrastic poem to a song. It just wasn’t working. On a different note, I might have the start of a story now. Neat. I also had an extra poem from another day. I suppose I’m still on track?
I don’t know what’s with me and prose poems this year. I’m just loving them to death. I used to hate them so much!
My dreams are not your average lady’s dreams. They will kick your ass. They are the wasabi of dreams. Potent. Kaleidoscopes of rainbows shatter, raining down broken, painted glass. The dreams trap you, weaving their web, until the fine silk paralyzes you.
I think this one has potential!
Let me know what you think!