Okay, I just had a perfect, happy little line spring into my head not too long ago, but I'm gonna develop the idea that occurred to me on the drive home, and see where it leads. As usual, I'm shooting offhand...
Word: Apologia
Question (answered obliquely): On what altar do you place your hopes and dreams?
The Altar of the Traveler
"Ramp" the sign says
Nothing more
He takes it
He has to go somewhere
Innocent, she was
Then a whore
Now she runs
To someone, anywhere
Broken, shattered glass
On the floor
Art is there
Mosaics made aware
Cross of splinters
Shards of wood
Dig at skin
Another cross to bear
Altar standing
Marble door
Come from far
Find shelter on its stair
Apologia
For a life
Never made
Laid upon the altar
Of the traveler
I like this one, in a strange way. It is my first attempt at keeping some sort of form (though a syllable got misplaced here and there, and a rhyme scheme dropped along the way). I still prefer free verse, if only because I find it easier to play with words in ways that amuse me when I'm not trying to fit them in a puzzle. Still, I hope you like it.
