The NaPoWriMo prompt today is to write a poem
that takes the form of a warning label for yourself!
Warning: Fume-Free Area!!!!
The human female in this room cannot abide the dreaded fume of any type of floral bloom, so if you slather on perfume, it is for sure—you must assume you chance occasioning her rheum. Enter and face your certain doom!!!
For further information on how much I abhor floral scents, goHERE.
The act of creation is the greatest art. You must think of the whole as you create each part. Things put in conflict must balance as well, or what was once heaven can turn into hell.
Every yin has its yang as dusk has its dawn. Every awakening gives way to night’s yawn. But why peace must be broken by violence and war is something that tests one’s faith at its core.
When the world is unbalanced by warfare’s grim sin, It seems perhaps nature’s starting over again to create a world less given to baking recipes of destruction that will be our unmaking.
These nuclear toys require such careful tending, or it’s become clear we’ll create our own ending.
And next time perhaps our creator will find
a recipe that doesn’t include mankind.
The prompt for day 19 of NaPoWriMo is to create a creation myth poem.