Childhood Carnivals Crazy Cycle Chases Colourful Clothing Crimson Crayons. Covered in clouds, my Moon, you sleep. Carry on the moonlight dance, up in the dreamy clouds. Come home, you child, cos worlds can be cruel, my Moon, don't cry. Just climb up high and fly. Childhood carnivals can come clear-- with no consequences and no crimson conscience. My Moon-pie, close your eyes, open the casket of-- sweet memories, childhood camaraderies and look inside. Crazy cycle chases cutting close corners childhood is carefree and clean with no boundaries. My Candlelight, it’s midnight as you cross the carpet of dreams. Shine bright, as you cross, the coloured carpet of dreams In the circus of life, my Candlelight, crowds always follow clowns. my Candlelight, create your future bright-- You stand true and shine. Colourful clothing, constant chatter childhood friends, hand-in-hand.
The tautogram is best explained by its Greek root words of “tauto” meaning “the same” and “gramma” meaning “letter.” Basically, all words in the poem begin with the same letter.
I’ve entered this poem in a contest, I don’t know if I’m gonna win or not but it was fun!
Happy New Year to all my fellow bloggers and readers. I hope next year brings brighter days.
PS: The video is old. It was made in 2020 when the lockdown started. I’ve gotten very fat since then.