Writing Prompt
Writings
Writings
POEM STARTER
Submitted by Maranda Quinn
Write a Somonka from the perspectives of two lovers. A Somonka is made of two Tankas, with the second responding to the first.
A tanka consists of five lines with a syllabic structure of 5-7-5-7-7
Writings
Canât hear what you say! Your voice is low and darkened. My love, come today! In my dreams, I feel frightened, Surrounded by ghouls, I prayâŠ
My sweet, I am here! Desperate to hold you again, Come to me, donât fear! Darkness wonât let you feel pain. Iâm one with it now, my dearâŠ
Your eyes are sea blue. I canât get enough of you. The way your hair sways. Your hair swishes in wind like waves. Blue eyes so memorizing.
Your dark umber eyes. I canât get enough of you. The way your hips move. Thick thighs,tight butt, round big breast. Your a manâs biggest dream, dear.
petals fall like dreams your smile, the sunâs gentle glow warmth in the still night we share whispers, soft and sweet i find home within your light âââââââ- petals weave through the dark your voice, a dreadful river drowning my heart in the dance of shadows cast by whispers in the night
I REALLY LIKE THIS OMG đ±
Our sonâspace pilot A Saran Wrap astronaut Helmet made from sack Houston, alien attack Hard battle now fought
Creative that boy Up here Tedâs the real McCoy He makes what we need Enabling to proceed Our home of metal alloy
I watch the night sky
And wonder when youâll drop by
Our son asks and prays
âIs Mom coming back today?â
Wish I could say âcertainlyâ
Wish I knew as well Tedâs tried everything to tell Return shipâs a wreck Need NASA to double-check Good newsânot yet in trouble
Ted sounds like my friend Our son wrote a note to send Draws you strong and tough Wrestling aliens so rough Abs of steel that never bend
Abs? More like a dream Here food has a eerie gleam Aliens Iâd brave To evacuate this cave Iâd become a viral meme
Your cooking we miss
Our son makes a sticky dish
Calls it âspace wasteâ
Moon cheese mixed with peanut paste
With lemon, though just a twist
A delicious meal Mystery food here for real Could be science fare Or a treat that glows, beware Either way Iâve lost appeal
He saved you a place Filled it with rockets and space Dreams of you each night Counting passing of moonlight In his room he sees your face
Iâm counting them too Dreaming of both him and you Please sing him our song Tell him I wonât be too long Distance fades in loveâs view
Because you love me Even with a foolâs degree Moon girl hurry home Above this vast earthly dome Youâre the star we need to see