Vouch for me, Verse, if you will? My Vanity may not evoke the meanings, Vague as one’s self-assuredness may be in Validating one’s life, mind, worth, Valor in the face of a Void created, previously. I return, Vanishing in spirit, in soul, to Venerate even the meek, the shallow, the Vapid - with whom one would not even equate me. Vitriol spilt, my spirit burnt, am I of no more Value? When shall we not Venture to find what Veraciousness exists, even in those deemed most Vacuous? It is not charity that I Versify; but do point out that even those who Vex us most with patterns unlike our minds Vivify some aspect of this universe through which we Venture. Having poured oneself so completely into Votary of solely what one prefers to see, dare we Vulgarize anyone, should we please? Vow to me, Nightmare-of-mine: Never leave this Vortex of my memories; your Violence yet held chained within — with it, I may Vitiate your claims and nullify your Vituperative history.
Quarter Crazy Marathon 2021 – Q3
September 18, 2021 9am – 9pm
Prompt 5:
Write 5 stanzas, 5 lines each. All lines should begin with the same letter.
Oceans of Mine 