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.
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| 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.
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.
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OH! This is just so clever, Linda! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, De! :-)
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