Alphabet Soup Challenge Letter B – Book a Pantoum Poem

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Alphabet Soup Challenge  Letter B – Book a Pantoum Poem

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I’m taking part in the Alphabet Soup Challenge Hosted by Cathy Lynn Brooks.

What is a Book Pantoum Poem

book is a set of sheets of paper, parchment, or similar materials
Fastened to hold the sheets together with a hinge at one side
A single sheet within a book is called a leaf, each side is called a page.
Writing or images can be printed or drawn on a book page.

Fastened to hold the sheets together with a hinge at one side
A book is divided into chapters, each is a division of the writing.
Writing or images can be printed or drawn on a book page.
Book design is the art of incorporating the content, style, format, design

A book is divided into chapters, each is a division of the writing.
Each page has a number, each chapter is a new beginning.
Book design is the art of incorporating the content, style, format, design
Methods used for printing and binding of a book is fundamentally unchanged.

Each page has a number, each chapter is a new beginning.
The single sheet within a book is called a leaf, each side is called a page.
Methods used for printing and binding of a book is fundamentally unchanged.
A book is a set of sheets of paper, parchment, or similar materials.

Alphabet Challenge

Weekend Writing Prompt #9 – Accidental

Accidental

Weekend Writing Prompt #9 –  Accidental

Thank you, Sammi Cox, for the prompt – Accidental

Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge.

Challenge

Prose Challenge – Write a story in exactly 107 words about an accident.

Poetry Challenge – Write a poem of no more than 20 lines, where each line is no more than 5 words in length, inspired by either the word prompt or the photo prompt or both.

True or just a dream

Wandering wistfully along a path

Something caught my sad eyes

Was it accidental or not

A vision appeared to me

Casting a spell of meditation

Drawing me into its center

What was happening to me

Is it a hallucinating dream

Stream of colorful bright lights

Pulled me towards the spot

Right in front of me

A tiny lass sitting crying

Upon an object half buried

With ivory growing over it

I grasped and frighten her

A flash of light appeared

I woke from my despair

Nothing was there to see

Only a half-buried object

Clueless to what it is.