Poetry, Day 3: Skin, Prose Poetry, Internal Rhyme
Our skin often announces (correctly or not) our age and ethnicity, tells stories of injuries, operations, and accidents, and conveys to our brain everything from the pain of a slap to the warmth of a hug. Skins aren’t only a human thing: they protect animals, fruit, cheese, and more. For today’s poem, choose whatever meaning of “skin” speaks to you the most.
In your poem today, try creating some internal rhymes — a device that’s particularly well-suited for prose poetry. You could start with a pair of words that have an interesting connection, and sneak them into your lines. Or you could decide, first, what kind of pattern you’re going for — same-line rhymes? Rhymes that cross from one line of verse to the next? — and go from there.
If you’re ever short on internal rhyme inspiration, just listen to any old-school hip hop artist: virtuosic internal rhyming was a cornerstone of the genre.
My mask. Slips. Yours not mine. I’m – upright, you’re uptight . Hiding in plain sight as you silently bemoan imperfect warpaint via the app on your phone. Glance up. Once then twice. Hold mutual gaze, mutually assured distraction – yeah that’s nice. We hold our reverie for a few. Sitting in a cafe admiring the view of the world passing by. But now its you. You’re my girl and I’m your man, you hold my world in the palm of your hands. Slide back and forth, your hand on mine, then mine on yours. The world fades away as we concentrate on our skin, skin on skin.
Before you lock my love away
Before you lock my love away
Before you lock my love away
before you lock my love away
Baby let me testify
Microcosm of lovemaking as our hands caress. You’re the best at me making me feel loved I must confess – and I wouldn’t be anywhere else but here. Our hands speak volumes but their is no sound, fury. Light – vibrations in the air but music is played on our fingers as we hands glide. Satisfied with each other and with our corner of creation, painted in sensations. Skin
Before you lock my love away
Before you lock my love away
Before you lock my love away
before you lock my love away
Baby let me testify
Reverie broken, not maliciously. Our coffees have arrived. Latte for me, mochachino for you. Cold coffee on a cold day. You are mercurial, always surprising. Don’t take away your skin from mine, I could not be happier. Comfortable in your skin.
Before you lock my love away
Before you lock my love away
Before you lock my love away
before you lock my love away
Baby let me testify
Where’s your prose?
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I aimed for prose but it went in this direction instead. Sometimes that’s just the way it goes. I try not to dwell and overthink the tasks. The key for me is too not stop writing. If it works, it works if it doesnt never mind there’s another prompt tomorrow. 🙂
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OK! I had to “Google” it to understand better.
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I thought I missed something.
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🙂
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Your work has the beat and rhythm just right!
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Thanks! Glad you like it. I like to work with music as a mental guide
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I write with music on and I have very eclectic taste so you never know what you ma hear! It was a pleasure to read you!
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Nice!
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Really like this, especially your use of repetition.
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Thanks
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Thank you for your visit ,Smiley! 🙂
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