and take lots of pictures or even a film while afloat.
Messing about in boats. A boat?
...the ‘Blue’ applied on human paintbrushes, imprinting virgin white paper with single tone music, to me — noise. Performance? Anthropometry.
Nothing is important but the single Blue. It resonates with all my senses most pleasantly. To paint the world in Yves Klein Blue...
Absurdist prose poem after picking a random title from the provided list.
On, foggy legs he stalks through the end of the year, sudden gusts of wind and rain tug on tattered clothes and silvery spider web hair. In early morning, his ice crystal eyes peruse the world for colorful remnants of wild October, to cover them and prepare for his other brother’s arrival, tranquil December.
Let your poem have the name a month in its title and then attempt to capture the essence of that month.
HUNTER PROTECTOR RIVAL COMPANION ENEMY CLOWN PERSON DIVA FRIEND EXPLORER
A poem about cats
The prompt that didn’t inspire
No spark to play with fire
Nothing to incite the mind
No meaning behind
There’s more that I require.
As always, I'd be happy about any kind of comment. It has been a challenge this time.
Thank you @Valkyrie for your help and being my sounding board.