"Monday Missions entry" - Peculiar Poetry!!

Writing a poem in less than 50 words.. some confusing words.. Loved every bit of it and ended up writing something.. Here it goes:

The confetti fell
On the platter of potato..
A contortion began to develop
In my head, under all the sweat
And that's when I realised I was feeling hot!!

This is my entry for the Monday Missions contest by @qurator..

Throwing in one more which was done before seeing the 50 words only challenge..

I am a bag, home of a soul
My life is filled with confetti
That's bright and pure.

As I explore this contortion
In the rhythm of the universe,
I try to fill in the absolution

I grew up gently in the soil
Where the potatoes rise above
And that's where i found the price

All the sweat and blood
Is sure to make it hard
For there's not much to spare

Surreal Beauty in being hot
Amidst the folk of art
Is where I must play my part.

As a being becoming creation.