Let's have some Monday Morning Creativity, lads. Roll em,

>>9480115

>Trochaic pentameter
Nice

Falling pine cones in a darkened forest
Landing bluntly on the verdant floor as
Sound is swallowed in the vast expanses,
Rent to pieces by the myriad branches

Other creatures walk the woods in evening
Punctuating silence with their steady breathing
Every snap or crunch another warning:
Darker beings stalk from night to morning

>>9480115
okay

>>9480115
fug

>>9482505
The flowers folded over sandy hair
Are flowers reaching women old and ash.
Her sandy hair is flowers years will wear
And years that fold and figure blown to past.

She stands a figure holding desert plants,
She holds them like the autumn strand with grass.
The grass beats back and greys in dying trance.
Within me only, desert figures last.

>>9480115
gimme

>>9480115
rollee

>>9480115
Hey why not

>>9482707
hard mode, here we go:
To read a thing of such mumbo jumbo can only make
One cry aloud to deaf Heaven, "What did he mean by this?!?"
You know what book I'm speaking of, it's name: Finnegan's Wake.
An elephantine mess and maze of words, which holds such bliss.

>>9482753
rolling again.