Move. Roam. Free Me.
(The prompt: beauty in chaos. (Not the beast in peace) couldn't find a pic of a model in a tornado. We were encouraged to do free verse. I had done that on the first day before I saw the prompt written up. So I bound my self to doing both a kyrielle sonnet and an acrostic (the title) in one poem.*Misanthrope: person who dislikes humankind and avoids human society.)
Many pieces broken shattered
Outside like they never mattered
Viewed through lens of a microscope
Ended up in a kaleidoscope
Random images form a collage
Overlapped frames of a montage
As blood from soul paint was splattered
Mosaic peace broken shattered
Flowing streaming tidal wave thoughts
Ranted aloud verbal ink blots
Everyone thought him misanthrope
Ended up in a kaleidoscope
Many pieces broken shattered
Ended up in a kaleidoscope
It turned out beautiful, Mark.
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