Two monologues spoken,
One from a lover of theatre,
The other a poet,
Sounded a bit monotonous,
But for them, it felt as if they were two ballerinas on stage,
Dancing around with a thread,
Inside a monochrome world,
The thread loosened,
The monogamy loosened along with it,
Here come the colors,
Several soliloquies spoken,
A thespian pursuer,
A bard woman,
A thalassophile,
Inside a polychromatic shower cubicle,
Sounded a bit enthralled,
The corps de ballet,
Twirling around a thread,
Bounded within,
Hear thy sweet musings of-
The ballet of the polygamists;
YOU ARE READING
The Half-Burnt Boy
PoetryFor all the prompts I find fascinating on this thing called the "World Wide Web," and random words I find interesting enough to add to this collection; I'll be crafting poems out of thin air like any magician would do 🪄 Copyright © 2021 by Aloka Wi...
