Day 5 is overwhelming!
The prompt today was a list of 20 things, yes 20 different things to incorporate into one poem! I was so flummoxed by this that I went into the yard to pull weeds. For 6 hours. I still can’t work them all in, so here is another pile of gibberish from me that in my own head I have labeled a poem.
At least the haiku came easily…….
Writing a poem
Is like drowning in the sea
In over my head
Watching her walk across the field was like taking a laxative
My insides were instantly jumbled up with no idea what to do
It was Stephanie walking across Tailgate Lot 31
Undoubtedly she was here to see Jen, why else make the journey
It was as if a thousand baby pigmy hippos had run across the field
And I could feel the way she smelled before she even got close to me
Perhaps she was just here with her friends
I spent the day listening to everything she said
I got close enough to smell the perfume she had worn
And kept the cold vodka flowing over her tongue
While gently reaching out as if she were an old familiar friend whose arm I was brushing
I could see the slight embarrassment rise up in her face
Alas, she put her sweatshirt on backwards, raised the hood and began flirting with someone else
It was as if all the vodka I had served her made her buy over priced ridiculous Boy Scout chocolate covered pretzels
The beautiful woman of Jeep ownership was going to be mine
Ella realmente iba a ser mía
Trust me when I say that for both of us, there was no need to flirt
We would seduce each other with our awkwardness
And two short years later were married and living happily every after.