One’s Fill

..
This poem is full of it,
to overflowing. Plenty o’
this, and plenty o’ that.
She’s all that and a bag

of chips. Abundant lips,
iambic feet. Treat her
to the rhythm of some
-thing new, a wealth

of opportunity. A pleth
-ora of ample songs, both
real and rough. Then,
tell her she’s enough.

 

..
Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 19

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3 Responses to One’s Fill

  1. Shawna says:

    Oh my gosh, this is SO good!!! I love how you turned “plethora” into “Plath aura”! Wow. Impressive work.

    “She’s all that and a bag
    of chips. Abundant lips,
    iambic feet.” … Fantastic. Your rhythm is always so great.

  2. Olga says:

    I feel like dancing to your words and swinging with some chips. We are all enough, but need to hear it at times. Enjoyed this. 🙂

  3. sounds good to me… 🙂

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