No.111: Three-in-One
8-Word Challenge (the 8 words I had to use in this poem):
Swirl
Pocket
Yellow
String
Harvest
Dandelion
Peak
Key
The Poem:
Everything is love,
everything is peace,
everything is tied to the same string--
keep those three major keys in your pocket
and wait till peak harvest,
when dandelions meet demons
and yellow suns meet blood moons
and monsoons swirl through cities
and consume everything and everyone still weak enough
to embody hatred. Their own definitions. Chain of command.
The beast can/will swallow it all.
Except the keys.
You can't swallow God.