Daily Archives: October 7, 2015
My bassett is hungry for more
Room on the couch he longs for
His pure heart is golden
He nudges me onto the floor!
*posted for writing 201, poetic prompt-imperfection, poetic form-limerick, poetic device-enjambment
A brush of wind paints a rosy face. Chilled skin brightens, tightens. Pink cheeks stretch into a smile. Stinging cold is rubbed away before numbness sets. With crisp air, comes clarity. No more heated words, no more furious flush of skin. Cooler thoughts prevail.
*posted for Writing 201, prompt-skin, poetic form-prose poem, poetic device-internal rhyme