NaPoWriMo #13 - Smoke a Dubie

Kisses

A kiss is like a dress falling off a tall building.

Sometimes it flutters, slowly, softly, to the ground

delicate, intricate white lace pooling at his feet.

Other times a bead sewed to your breast drags it down

bringing it crashing to the floor, and in the confusion,

you're not quite sure what has happened, or why,

or even who you are any more.

One time, it slipped off your shoulders like it was velvet,

leaving tingles and rays of introverted sun in its wake,

and you weren't even sure when the dress hit the ground

because your sun was shining too brightly

for you to see anything else.

NaPoWriMo #8 - Unusual Love Connections

The five metaphors I ended up coming up with were indian summer, day lily, crocus, first frost and ice cream. I ended up writing about a crocus.


The First Flower

A crocus
pushed its way through the ice
accumulated over months of bitter cold.

He appeared overnight,
a spot of vibrance in the endless white.
Maybe he always existed
under the snow,
and I failed to notice him
before he bloomed.

He was the first flower.
Unexpected. Beautiful.
Short lived.

By the time the insects began to chirp
he was gone.
Leaving behind only a clump of crinkled brown
to prove that he had existed.

NaPoWriMo #7 - Love, Funny Side Up

Our assignment for day 7 was to write a funny love tanka... for details on what this form entails, visit the Read Write Poem Website.

the night they met

a lewd comment overheard followed by a slap

a beer pitcher poured over his head in anger

another he stood by watching

impressed by her fire

their relationship began when he apologized