I’ve never participated in the Thotpurge micropoetry month challenge — or any — before. Hope I’m doing all this right…
Today the suggested form is a Shadorma. The syllable count is supposed to be 3/5/3/3/7/5 — so, mine’s not perfect. That last line was a devil of a thing for me.
But anyway, let’s see how well I did — if well I did indeed.
And my why.
Even though they, unbidden,
Will still make me cry.
Dressed in black and white,
And my tears,
Are the thing that got me through When all I knew was fear.