And so comes the end of National Poetry Month. Last terrible poem! Of the month, anyway. But let’s not dwell on that. The important part is that you made it.
My final poem is last year’s Day 16 theme, something fantastic. This could be something truly terrific or something really out there. Pure fantasy if you will.
I love the juxtaposition of the fantastic and mundane, so I decided to turn the daily routine of getting the mail into a space adventure.
This poetic form is a cinquain, a five line poem with specific syllable requirements. The first line has two syllables, the second line has four syllables, the third line has six syllables, the fourth line has eight syllables, and the final line has two syllables.
Messages from Space
tripping
over stardust
jumping moonbeams, dodging
comet tails on my way to the
mailbox
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