Eleventh Day
If i should die, before you should sleep, you should bury me. With the lies I told, you can carve a monument to debate about abstractionism.
With my truths, knit together a stone tablet of love. Remember to pen in my good deeds in a tabular form. Numbers one to eleven should suffice. Remember, i was born on an eleventh day. Shalom!
© gillena cox 2026
I like the way you incorporated the prompt line, Gillena, and the thought of knitting together a stone tablet of love with truth.
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Gillena, I like the artist and art you chose to go with your poem, which is a creative use of the given lyric. I see Vasily Kandinsky as a lyrical artist <3
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Nice use of the prompt, Gillena.
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