Today’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) prompt is: Write a poem that includes images that engage all five senses.
Springling
I don’t want to feel the sun against my face,
offering its warm embrace.
I don’t want to hear the kids outside playing patty cake,
slapping their hands rhythmically,
rabbits purring, or birds chirping happily.
I don’t want to smell the sweet smoke of the first barbecue,
meat patties sizzling, spring’s perfume.
I don’t want to taste the soft serve ice cream,
from the neighborhood Dairy Queen.
I don’t want to see the world turn green,
or clotheslines replacing drying machines.
All that these signs of spring do,
is show that life continues without you.
It’s so true — mourning in spring is the worst. But I gotta ask…rabbits “purring”? Do they really?
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Haha you know I actually looked up what sounds rabbits make for this poem and evidently they honk, groan, purr, and of course thump. I don’t love that purring line though so I will probably change it. It bothers me!
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Good to know — and I LIKE the line! Especially now that I’m sure that it’s true.
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