“Write a four line poem about your muse.
(Do this two times:
once where each line rhymes
and then again with no rhyming at all.)”
– a prompt for this week’s CW piece.
[Source: @DailyPrompt on Twitter]
Snow is falling,
and I am rolling
down the hill,
with auntie Jill.
It’s bitter cold
but no one’s too old
to have some fun,
even if you’re a nun.
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“There’s a blizzard out there.”
I put down my hot cocoa,
sit on the windowsill,
open my notebook,
and then peek outside.
You’re out there.
In the blizzard.
And I am here.
Safe and sound.
Warm and calm.
I want to help you,
but I don’t want to be cold.
Would I rather be miserable
with you,
or perfectly content
on my own?
Stay golden,
.
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What wonderful verses
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Thank you so much. It didn’t quite turn out exactly how I wanted it to, but I’m glad you liked it.
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Wow brilliant !
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Thanks!
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u are selfish haha… I don’t wanna be out there 😒😏 jk 😉
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You got me there.
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love poem ❤️
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Thank you. I wanted to keep it short and sweet.
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Question is why she’s not just coming inside and stay with you? Nice read!
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Great perspective.
Some people just prefer to be cold and lost.
Thanks for reading and your thought-provoking comment.
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I sometimes really enjoy being alone and ‘cold’ but if there’s warm and communicative nearby… I usually go that way.
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A mature and smart move.
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Lovely poem!
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Thank you.
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Your Welcome
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