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.
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| 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.
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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So good! I have those underpants.
ReplyDeleteHa ha!!!! Too funny. Thank you, Rebecca! :-)
DeleteExcellent. Such strong imagery here!
ReplyDeleteThank you, De! xo
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