Day 2:
Diminished
She can never ever seem to start,
So ends up feeling like some tart
Too small, too burnt, to create art.
Sometimes feel a flick of flair
While locked up in her gleam-less lair
And breathing deep the dreamless air.
Shake and bake some social trend.
Try to rise but only rend
Her heart apart till the end.
INFO ABOUT THIS POETRY FORM
A Diminishing Verse poem seems to have no origin story.
No predetermined length.
Rhymes: no set rhyme scheme
One rule: remove the first letter of the last word in the previous line.
This was another fun one, despite the dreary tone of the poem. I spent all day running though words to diminish.
