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I didn’t need to look up any of the words in today’s selection, so I just dove straight in with a thought that popped into my head:
Appear Magnificent Equipment Captivity Neck Last Aim Cough Convict
Even the smallest detail
On a ‘repulsive’ bug’s wing
Can appear magnificent.
It is all a matter of perspective,
And obtaining the right equipment.
I have a beauty if I only focus in
On what’s important; even if
Sometimes it feels like captivity:
My neck constantly cricked by
The pressure to be many things
I’m not sure how to own.
Sometimes, after a long day,
The last aim of my inner nag
Pummels below the belt;
And I can’t seem to feel ok
With anything I’ve done.
It is so wrong, after all this time,
To be susceptible to the nonsense;
But still, I cough up my pride
And watch it thrown away.
I need to notice delicacy
Does not imply much weakness.
Do not convict the vulnerable,
Though you know not how they fly.
I don’t really like this poem.
There is a repetition of ‘sometimes’ for a start, and although the first three lines came to me straight away, pretty much fully formed, I don’t like where I went with them.
I’d like to rewrite the poem, especially the end which I don’t feel works at all. Maybe I will!
What picture would you paint with today’s generated words?
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