Today's prompt is to make your poetry personal--giving it a personality and even a name. I had trouble with the naming part, but decided to go with a poem of address.
Here's my attempt:
Poetry
You grow inside the cherry blossoms,
droop down from the blueberry bushes.
You squirm in the dirt,
wrestle with the roses.
You flip-flop down with the helicopter seeds,
flirting with the bees.
You keep me awake at night,
running your words
through my head,
pestering me til
I scrawl them down
in the dark,
hoping I can decipher them
in the morning
when you dangle like dew
from the spider's web.
by Marcie Flinchum Atkins
April 5, 2010
2 comments:
Marcie,
I like what you did here and I think there are many of us who can relate.
Pamela
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