In 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 Hues of H will 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 Hues of H)
Hellfire and brimstone Uncle Dale used to say
Howling at the morning paper from the kitchen table
Hostility unhampered against the powers that be
Headstrong in his opinion about being free
Homegrown conspiracy about who shot Kennedy
Hogwash I thought as I heard him talk
Hoovering suspicions make me question these days
(Second Pleiades in Hues of H)
Honor doesn’t mean anything in the middle of a hoax
Hybrid lies spoken in hypnotic hues of yellow
Humility marketed on the evening news
Hypnotic tranquilizer to make us all mellow
Horseman riding in the distant planes
Heading toward our golden shores
Heartbroken with no choice left but to sing the blues
(Third Pleiades in Hues of H)
Hands held high voices lifted in song
Holy inspiration we offer You praise
Harmony of spirit on this hallowed ground
Helplessly seeking a joyful sound
Homesick and weary in these last days
Hear your harried children
Harassed by the worlds longing for your heart
Okay, so I took the afternoon off today. I only wrote 1476 words. This brings my total up to 16881.
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