This poem is a well
-kept secret, a forgotten song,
a vanilla skeleton portrait
left in one dark closet.
This line is a semiformal suit
…………….(black tie optional)
party of the elite intelligencia
comparing IQs and elbow lament
-ations over cocktails of questionable
This particular stanza is a small lady
on a lonely flower. She would like
to report that her house was never
really on fire, and her children are just fine.
Can you smell this line’s timed rhyme?
It’s a rhythm and blues sky,
a tide without a moon,
an embattled bitter salt-lick rain
that ended too soon.
This poem is negotiating for better pay
(ha! just kidding, nobody
really pays for poems).
It’s a small and silent warning
sign, graffiti’d on hungry skin.
It’s a tattoo that says
stop touching me. It’s a plea
to forgive, to live,
to move again. It’s a dance
under the most significant
of stars. It’s fireflies
in jars, and the way they
light our way
This poem is a roaming
charge. A mountain’s edge.
…………………..A tiny stone.
This poem is for Poetic Asides April PAD Challenge, day 15, and is the one with all the prompts.