On a side note, I'm in love with Georgia. (No, not the woman. Not the state. The font!)
For today’s prompt, write a family poem. I’ve actually written a few poems about my family this month already, but you don’t have to restrict yourself to your own family. There are any number of human families, of course, but also animals, insects, and other organisms. Plus, there are “families” of other types as well. As usual, feel free to bend the prompt to your favor.
|Hanging Out in the Family Tree|
Family shouldn’t equal famished,
eat your energy, leave behind
the yucky parts they didn’t want.
Family yums up all of you, the good,
the bad, the rotten, too. Wrapping
arms around melancholy limbs,
family climbs to the top
just to touch you, without knowing,
plucks and pulls you down
to place you in protected pockets,
then polishes your outsides,
eats you up, working their way through
the middle, admiring your core, planting seeds
to grow another just like you
because you were so tasty, so delicious,
they had to have another you to desire,
to admire. Unaware
they were leaving you scattered.