Monday, April 6, 2015

The Voice of a Cold Woman (a Poem for Day Six of PAD)

The owner of this website does not necessarily agree with the poetry posted here. Seriously, I thought I'd step outside my comfort zone by breaking out of the usual style and subject of poetry that I write. I don't have the heart of the woman in the poem posted below.

The prompt for today, day six, from the Poetic Asides website is as follows: For today’s prompt, write a things-not-as-they-appear poem. Poetry is filled with metaphors, similes, symbols, and layered meanings, so this should be a softball prompt. If you’re struggling, look at your current surroundings, pick an object, and turn it into a metaphor for something. Or think of somebody in the real world (mail person, gas station attendant, etc.) and make up a secret double life for them. C’mon, you can do this.

Photo by Aline Rodrigues
Not That Woman's Best Friend

The Voice of a Cold Woman

His whisper is the drink of a drooling Saint
Bernard, panting hot, fishy growls
into the feminine curve of my ear.
His love is a tornado of flies
caught in the stinking storm
of a horse-stable shed ceiling fan.
His once-handsome face has become
the tear in my worn-out underpants,
comfortable, but embarrassing to look at,
giving me the urge to throw him away.


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