Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is: Write a poem in which you describe something with a hard-boiled simile.
Sometimes it seems like love is a worn-out plastic grocery bag overloaded with expectation until it begins to stretch and stretch from the weight, so you are left holding two thinly stretched pieces of plastic that you hope will stay intact until you can get home and set the load down.
But instead the bag breaks and spills out all the contents of your heart for everyone to see.
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is: Write a poem in which you first recall someone you used to know closely but are no longer in touch with, then a job you used to have but no longer do, and then a piece of art that you saw once and that has stuck with you over time. Finally, close the poem with an unanswerable question.
I remember giving you my hand,
as we looked out at the large expanse of land.
Everything seemed possible then,
but what seemed like a start, was actually an end.
You were pulling strings I didn’t see,
using my own heart against me.
My world got so small, and you controlled it all.
for the part of me, that couldn’t give up being happy,
Squeaky toys, plush dolls, and tennis balls, I will chase after them all. Toss a stick, and I’ll fetch it quick. Launch a Frisbee, and I’ll run for it happily. After all, my favorite thing to do, Is bring all these items back to you. So, take a break and play with me, We’ll have fun, I guarantee. Just make sure your throwing arm is strong, Because I can catch things all day long!