A Decuain poem uses conceit to show the inner mind as not so serene a place at all times. |
| The winding trail probes weary mind daily Flashes of brilliance baffle me unseen I am taken in as I wander free Lost in the chaos that appears serene Hidden beyond the beauty in-between Layers of angry creatures awaiting For you to trip up and fall, then their mean Teeth come gnawing and pawing dark to swing Setting you to tremble; hide behind a tree Inner fears reside, careful as you flee. This poem is a Decuain with 10 lines. Each line is iambic pentameter and it follows the rhyme scheme of a.b.a.b.b.c.b.c.a.a. Day 7 Prompt picture - http://www.deviantart.com/art/In-autumn-343311573 Use the following picture as inspiration for a poem. The poem can be any form, but it must be a conceit. But basically, it is an entire poem following the same metaphor. ie: Oh Captain, My Captain by Walt Whitman. This poem is submitted to "Invalid Item" and "Invalid Item" |