Unown

In my collection I had
Twenty six letters
And two punctuation marks
Neatly organized in Pokeballs
Controlled contained and tamed

But they never did much
With weak powers
With strange abilities
Lethargic and seemingly pointless
So I let them all go

Before I left the ruins
Leaving them behind
They did something strange
Six came up to me
And asked PARTY?

Party? Too strange to believe
I had abandoned them
But there was their question
Seeing no harm
I agreed to come

The freed letters seemed happy
Dashing this way and that
Squealing to the wild letters
A group came together
And spelled out BALLOONS!

To my surprise and shock
There appeared balloons!
Dozens of them
A rainbow of bright colors
All tied with curling ribbons

And this was not the end
As they decorated the dim ruins
There came PUNCH and COOKIES
STREAMERS and BUBBLE MACHINE
And even MUSIC

There came an argument
Over what kind of CAKE
Some wanted WHITE
Some wanted YELLOW
Others wanted DARK CHOCOLATE

Unable to decide
They came to me to know
Which cake to create
Not wanting to offend further
I suggested a layer of all three

The letters looked happy
And with some fuss and rearranging
Produced a grand three layer cake
With butter cream frosting
In a strange geometric pattern

They danced and laughed
Playing alphabetical games
Telling pun filled jokes
And producing many strange things
By changing places with each other

Like OBOE
ZITHER
TIFFANY LAMP
OTTOMAN
CURSIVE TYPEWRITER
IGLOO
GAZEBO
METRONOME
CORNUCOPIA
BUST OF PROFESSOR OAK
GOLDEN AXE
SEAWEED PIZZA
YARMULKE
QUIRKY HEIRLOOM TIGER RUG
And PINK FLAMINGO

They dissolved some items
And kept others around
Seeing the game I had to know
After I kept them for so long
Why had they never done this before?

They answered with ALONE
But then I had my Pokemon
The twenty six letters
And two punctuations marks
Out together on sunny days

They answered SEPARATE
And then ALONE
NO POWER
NO WORDS
NO MAGIC

Then I knew their secret
Letters of ink must be controlled
Given rules of grammar
Given strict attention
Letters of ink must be tamed

But they were letters as Pokemon
Letters of life must be free
Given company of peers
Given no orders nor rules
Letters of life must be poems

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Unown Platinum entry: When alone, nothing happens. However, if there are two or more, an odd power is said to emerge.

I don't write poetry often. But this felt so fitting. It's made in the style of my favorite poet, Shel Silverstein.