“I think I just met the happiest person in the world!”
This inspired me to write a poem which does not begin with the prompt. It follows:
Golden earrings, silver spoon,
Diamond teeth, and eyes? Full moon.
That same day I’m in my room
when jealous feelings self-consume.
Her car’s a new blue beetle,
red raindrops tap the ground.
Acrylics click before I see,
I hear when she’s around.
She’s...