Thursday, April 8, 2010

I'm so afraid of this kind of commitment that I don't even want to title these posts as napowrimo.

Today, think of your current love, your current obsession or the one who got away. Now come up with five or more unusual metaphors for the object of your affection/obsession: wool scarf, cough drop, puddle, half-empty bottle of red wine… Choose your favorite of the bunch and write a poem celebrating (or trashing) your love.


a half-smoked
cigarette,
     discarded in favor of
     health or hurry,
dropped on the floor,
          still burning,
inches still of white
                            unenjoyed,
inciting thoughts of
“whatta waste”

wish i’d smoked that one
all the way

1 comment:

Unknown said...

I remember someone who feels just that way to me.