In Whispers (14/30)
The prompt for day fourteen over at NaPoWriMo was to attempt an eight-line poem called a san san. It repeats images and the rhyme pattern for it is a-b-c-a-b-d-c-d. I remixed this pattern and added another line #poeticlicense
We live our lives on a wing and a prayer
hoping to take flight before death comes
like a thief in the night; each second a blessing
caressing a wing and a prayer staving off despair.
Our hearts hoping to take flight, steel drums
beating away like a thief in the night; no more guessing
about how immortal our souls can truly be;
love, a thief in the night who enjoys undressing
our immortal souls which have finally been set free.
© 2016 abruvanamedsly
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