Days 1-6 

Day 1 (given prompt: incorporate three book titles): 

r i p p l e s 

at the surface —

currents underneath —

bouncing, kissing, making love… 

Underwater acoustics 

display the beauty

in nature’s greatest tomb and hospital.

The thumping rhythm of life and rebirth!

The ocean is but the fanciest coffin. 

But then there are the men 

who dance with oil and jellyfish and I find 

nature’s greatest tomb 

shows us the making of a global moron. 

[titles used: Underwater Acoustics Handbook, The Making of a Moron, Fancy Coffins to Make Yourself] 

Day 2 (given prompt: predicting your own death): 

I fear not death, 

for death is a worry 

exclusive to those who never live

due to fear of death. 

Day 3 (given prompt: pwoemrd): 

( ( medi_ation ) ) 

Day 4 (given prompt: 500+ participants; however, I’m just ignoring the prompt entirely):

When taking my stand jeopardized everything, 

I tasted the sting of abuse in full swing. 

Day 5 (given prompt: oxymorons): 

I never spoke of the jealous tears I shed, 

For every time I had a chance,

I found I lost my head. 

Beauty is only skin deep. 

If only ever you could forgive me, 

But yours is a since soured beauty. 

Day 6 (given prompt: musical ekphrasis; which I am again disregarding the prompt): 

We live trapped happily in a cage built of lies,

but escaping means wings and the truth makes us fly.