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Prompt: (verb) to move to action Promptly: (adverb) : very quickly or immediately Poetry: a form of writing that no one ever reads |
| It was in a lift that we met he was a stranger, I was strange. I was pressing buttons, in hopes that the scene would somehow change. He cast a quizzical gaze at my constellation of lights, I whispered my secret. “ I know,” I said, “the mysteries of the night.” His face then changed eyes wide with admiration. He listened as I explained the world’s true foundation. “I can stop time.” I told him. and hit the red button to prove it. “Are you a philosopher?” he asked “or a celestial poet?” When the doors finally opened he ran from my sight disappeared like a cloud of smoke into the mysteries of the night Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2025-2026)"  Week 33 and "PromptMaster !" Week 3 Prompt AprilPromptly Poetry Prompt Use this title for this weeks poem: Mysteries of the Night Promptmaster Prize Prompt: The most absurd thing to say that is likely to make a mysterious stranger think you’re a poetic genius. |
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