Thursday, April 6, 2017

Neon and Nitrogen: A Love Story? - a Poem for Day Five of PAD

It's hard to believe it's day five of the PAD Challenge already. Here is the prompt for today:

For today’s prompt, pick an element (like from the periodic table), make it the title of your poem (or part of the title), and then, write the poem. Anything goes from hydrogen to oganesson.

Photo of Neon Flames
He Lit Up My Senses

Neon and Nitrogen: A Love Story?

He took my breath away . . . but he always 
thought he was so important—needed (or used)
practically everywhere. I’d always thought
it was flattery when he said I was a noble
gas—a rarity on Earth. Later I heard
he’d referred to me as “Neon the Volatile.”
But really he didn’t know me very well—
non-toxic, illuminating, slow to react.
At least no one could ever call
me burnt air. After we parted ways,
I read in the newspaper, he’d died
from self-asphyxiation. Yes, it turns out,
he also took his own breath away.