Variations - Words edition...

Steam rises from the black top.
Hot. Humid. Summer.
Rain only makes it hotter.
No relief 'til Fall.


I'm ready for the end of Second Summer.
 
This week, seeing as we all scroll lit to avoid other shit, let's have poems on

Procrastination

And let's use the format of a trimeric.

A trimeric has 4 stanzas.

The first stanza has 4 lines, the others have 3 each.

The second line of the 1st stanza becomes the first line of the second. The third line of the first, becomes the 1st line of the 3rd, and the last line of the first becomes the 1st of the 4th.

I hope that makes sense!

There's no other rules. No rhyme or syllable rules at all!

Have fun, be creative and enjoy!
 
Let me sit down and focus.
I'm going to write a trimeric.
Maybe I need a drink
God, I love this song.

I'm going to write a trimeric
Ooh, look a squirrel...
Where are my glasses?

Maybe I need a drink?
These bottles need sorting out
I wonder what this tastes like?

God I love this song
I feel like going out.
Sure I was supposed to be doing something...
 
A girl with too many hobbies,
what’s a dreamer to do?
Combating numbness with funnies -
can this chick get a clue?

What’s a dreamer to do?
Knit-by-number, paint the purl,
goodness gracious, I’m a silly girl.

Combating numbness with funnies -
as the days grow less sunny,
feeling bubkins, just bummy.

Can this chick get a clue?
Take a seat, no need to twirl,
maybe tomorrow we’ll give it another whirl.
 
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Job list as long as my arm
Think I’ll start on the garden
That gate won’t paint itself
Twelve string guitar build ..hmmm..

Think I’ll start on the garden
Started to rain though
What a shame

That gate won’t paint itself
But it’s not so bad
Next spring eh….

Twelve string guitar build
Time waits for no man
Let’s crack on
 
There's so much to do,
Where shall I start?
Tasks feel overwhelming
Unless I make a list.

Where shall I start?
At the very top
Of a fresh sheet of paper!

Tasks feel overwhelming
Rattling around my head -
It's enough to make me run away.

Unless I make a list,
With my thoughts in order and
My tasks marked off one by one.
 
I have the free time, I think I should get faded.
Right before that, I’ll do a little write-up.
I won’t forget, unless a new message awaited.
Right after that, I’ll be beamed up, high up!

Right before that, I’ll do a little write-up.
I could recall that time with the stirrups -
the thoughts thought’ve, no need to be creative!

I won’t forget, unless a new message awaited.
From men who were collectively hated,
asking original questions, like if I’ve yet graduated.

Right after that, I’ll be beamed up, high up!
Green and vigorous, sort of likeee a tulipppp?
You’re getting distracted, Eva, shut the hell -
 
I meant to write a poem this week
Honestly, I did
Every day I said "I'll get it done"
Now the week is over...

Honestly, I did
I had everything planned out
I say planned. I'd thought about it...

Every day I said "I'll get it done"
Every day I put it off
Every day I told myself I was just too busy...

Now the week is over...
I need to think of a new theme
I'll just grab a drink first...
 
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So, for this week's poems, I'd like us to focus on

A moment in time

A single frozen image (a verbal snapshot if you prefer). There's no movement or action in these poems...

And the form we'll use is a kimo.

- 3 lines
- No rhymes
- First line is 10 syllables, second is 7, last is 6

As always, have fun, be creative and enjoy!
 
It was a cold day that January
To see darkness in your lies
I confronted the truth

The depth of your betrayal clear to see
Did not hurt or cause me pain
Instead it set me free

I had lived for so long in your control
Suppressing my own true self
You did not deserve me

But since that cold day that January
The warmth blesses me each day
I live, I breathe, I’m me
 
It was a cold day that January
To see darkness in your lies
I confronted the truth

The depth of your betrayal clear to see
Did not hurt or cause me pain
Instead it set me free

I had lived for so long in your control
Suppressing my own true self
You did not deserve me

But since that cold day that January
The warmth blesses me each day
I live, I breathe, I’m me
That's fucking fantastic!
 
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