Over at Readwritepoem Jill asked us to make a list of unusual objects, think of our current love or obsession, and use one item from the list as a metaphor for the object of our affection.
I'm glad it's the weekend coming, because I am beginning to flag. I hope with a little more time I can come up with something a bit better tomorrow. In the meantime, I found myself gazing at office supplies on my desk:
(Disclaimer: This poem may or may not be about a current or past love obsession. I approached it more from the point of view of the objects than from the person being written about).
(All NaPoWriMo poems have now been removed for possible editing and submissions. Contact me if you would like to read them.)
Friday, April 09, 2010
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3 comments:
Very resourceful. "it is in the nature of love to bind itself" a wonderful profound envelope. =)
This one had a sad feel to it, like a lonely cubicle dweller who goes home to a frozen dinner every night. Perhaps it will evolve into a longer piece later? Be strong! Don't give in! :]
I like the playfulness in this poem - but as always in your poetry, a playfulnes with an edge to it.
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