Today is Monday and that means #MondayMusings is upon us. Each Monday I’ll be sharing a poem of some sort. The goal is to be more consistent because I can’t call myself a writer if I’m not writing.
This week, my poem is about a date I went on a few weeks ago. It wasn’t the best and you know I’m talking about it. Let’s all hope he doesn’t find this. #fingerscrossed
Also, I forgot to post last week’s poem so I’ll add it below as well. Hope you like them both!
Last time I went on a date
He talked too much
Nary one kiss passed between us
Yet his lips moved just as passionately
Between bites of food
He spoke but said nothing
Drew me into the lair of his mouth
And I being his captive,
Never let on to my distress
Rather, I smiled at my abductor
Laughed at jokes that did not amuse me
Prepared the excuse I would give
Should he invite me to be enslaved again
I’d say: I’m too happy in the freedom on my solitude to be held by you
Last week’s poem is pretty cool because two of my blogger buddies gave me words to use in it. The words were “classic”, “genuine”, and “polished”. It was harder to use the words than I expected. I think I’ll do this again for the practice.
Girls grow into themselves quietly.
Bodies develop as do brains and ideas
Sprout out like hips but wider.
Classic good looks
Pale in comparison to the neurons firing under hair that was cut last week.
She thinks as beautifully as she appears.
Space between newly pierced ears contracts and expands.
Timidity unravels into a confidence
Tempered only by the modesty
Learned from her gracious mother.
Genuine and kind, she grows
Into a maze of complications
And she is amazing.
Polished and wild and amazing.