my entries for the Construct Cup |
It's that time again. Time when I lose all sense of proportion and sanity and agree to write a poem a day following prompts exactly as given by our fearless leaders (aka Ren the Klutz! and fyn . I may not survive. But I will do it anyway, mostly because I can't imagine anyone having this much agony fun without me. Come join us! We have cookies. And possibly, straitjackets.
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she asked me: what is love? and I paused, trying to describe chocolate brown hugs, and harmonic silvers singing together, and dragon green words flowing together, and sharing peals of sunrise gold and pink laughter--together. finally, I explained: when it has just rained over a desert and breaking through clouds comes our sun’s ginger yellow heat, baking it dry again, that’s when our world smells blue like love: it’s a blue of clear skies. wedding breakfast blue. a blue of babies, freshly bathed and powdered. line count: 24 hearing silver feeling/tasting yellow smelling blue 1. harmonic silvers 2. dragon green 3. sunrise gold and pink 4. ginger yellow 5. wedding breakfast blue Prompt 14 ▼ |
I brought him home just yesterday— and mayhem did ensue. but he goes on the naughty list for chewing on my shoe. last night he left his cozy bed— to curl himself in mine, I woke to those colossal snores and that endearing whine. I left him be so I could shower— he met me at the door, with puppy great big eyes imploring me to ignore the floor. and so I pet his wagging tail and lectured him on why my flamingo wasn’t his. he listened with a sigh. that’s why his stocking’s full of coal and why I’ve mismatched shoes, and why pink feathers fill my house— and why I need a snooze. line count: 20 Prompt 13 ▼ |