Earlier this morning, I gave you a poetry prompt. I am anxious to read what you have written. It has to be better than mine is. See below:
Ribbons fuchsia and rose colored-aqua
Horizon meets ocean, a single line.
I awaken to color this morning.
Florals invade my breath.
The sweetness of candy.
First birth, only day I have
never felt. I am alive.
A coin dropped in rippled sprays.
The music in water, the silence of days.
As you can see, I followed my own prompt by writing two lines of description, five lines of emotion and a rhyming couplet with an unusual metaphor.
I struggle with metaphors, so the last two lines were hardest for me.