Today we had to write a poem of nine lines.... tinkered about with a few ideas for a while until poem this suddenly popped into my head form nowhere really. (Strangely, I think it's kind of a mash-up of the week's earlier prompt of the elegy and the famous 20 Little Poetry Projects prompt...)
Nine lives didn't mean much in the end.
We wasted them in death-defying melodies
strummed on perfectly-tuned heart strings.
Incorrigible, the stars and youth.
How I wished I'd saw you then
in black and white perfection.
But dreaming never ends, even still.
We followed the moon until it led us
back to our bluest beginning.