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Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/books/item_id/2081410-constructing-poetry/day/12-6-2018
by Rhyssa
Rated: 18+ · Book · Contest Entry · #2081410
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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December 6, 2018 at 11:57pm
December 6, 2018 at 11:57pm
#946987
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
December 6, 2018 at 12:19am
December 6, 2018 at 12:19am
#946925
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


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