Poetry: The Writing Year

Written for the New Year Couplet prompt at dVerse

I stumbled from a cliff of words

Fell through a lost plot event herd

Tumbled over a scrapped climax

Rolled past a character that got the axe

Flew down toward the grammar hell

That burned my interrobang yells

Floated toward a comma cloud

That beat my page with thunder loud

Flew high so near the sentence sun

That scorched run-ons til they were done

Drifted into that empty space

Where em-dashes gave up the chase

Careened into the black abyss 

Where characterization goes amiss

Got sucked into the genre void

Wherein my label was destroyed

Thrown out into a field of thoughts

The brainstorm field where I first caught

The ideas that then filled my page

With wondrous loves and endless rage

I blinked and spied my lonely pen

Realized I would have to start again

Tossed my page off the scrapping pier

And strode to a new writing year