For the month of November, I plan to write a series of Pleiades. What are the Pleiades, you might ask? It is a poem with a one-word title and seven stanzas. Each of the stanzas has to begin with the same letter as the one-word title. It is not required for the Pleiades to rhyme. I tried my hand with it using the letter A. Therefore, I wrote Pleiades in C Sharp to be posted in November.
I also will be providing NaNoWriMo updates. I’m an overachiever. As 2020 wasn’t a big enough freakshow, I decided to do the 50,000-word challenge again.
(First Pleiades in C Sharp)
Climbing trapeze artist takes center stage
Carnivorous cats lurking down below
Claws sharp and clean, waiting to engage
Crazed chattering monkeys clamoring for a kill
Capricious carnival of carnage-filled with friend and foe
Calculating how many feet to fall and the sharpness of the teeth
Crowd of callous watchers amused by the show
(Second Pleiades in C Sharp)
Cantankerous critic of the young, government, and polite society
Calculating complications to historic calamities
Contentious enough to ignore creaking bones and groining knees
Charmed by life no longer aware of his own mortality
Camphor smelling occupier of vacant chairs
Chaste but not by choice but inability
Clueless spinner of tall tales cigarette dangling from ancient lips
(Third Pleiades in C Sharp)
Casual conversation spoke behind a curtained wall
Cautious composition of soft-sounding words
Cacophony of sound designed to confuse and enthrall
Captivating our senses to convert us into belief
Cajoling our ears with promises of comfort and relief
Corralling us into cages like naïve little birds
Caressed by the mirage of a caring hand filled with seed
(Fourth Pleiades in C Sharp)
Cold autumn wind blowing through an open window
Curve around a dark sharp corner without a care in the world
Country roads to numerous to choose which is best
Clever ramblers under the moonlight
Careening in an unpredictable circle
Coming back to the place on the map marked as home
Concrete constant reminder of where we belong
I almost forgot to include my NaNo update this morning. I did 1,914 words yesterday. My goal was 3,000, but retirement stuff got in the way. Getting ready to retire is almost as complicated as planning a wedding. There are so many decisions to make and so many deadlines.
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