For today’s prompt, write a poem that uses the following six words: bump, embrace, fixture, howl, lonely and resolve.
Spring Sonnet
Spring is closing in around me.
The leaves droop claustrophobic
from their branches— an unwanted
embrace on my walks through the woods
which until recently were expansive,
lonely and gray.
Invisible webs across the path.
cling to my arms and face,
draping me in new found death.
I’m sure the spiders would howl,
if they could, when I plow
through their best laid plans.
Tree pollen in my eyes, dog poop hiding
in the grass— why do people love Spring?
I only used three of the six words. Sue me.
Great poem but I want my $1.50 back! :)
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Thanks! Send me your bank account and mother’s maiden name and I’ll take care of everything.
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haha the twisted ending line is awesome
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Thanks! If I had a second home in the southern hemisphere I could avoid spring all together.
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I wonder if dogs ever ask why people walk on their grass. Nice poem.
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I bet they wonder why we keep stepping in their poop when the smell makes its location obvious.
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Very nice. Love the twist or should I say step at the end!
Dwight
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Thanks. That’s why I love sonnets, the twist at the end.
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It does add so much!
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