Imperfect, Limerick, Enjambment

The woman drove over train tracks
Spilled coffee all over her slacks.
She’s not a bad driver
But her investment advisor
Told her to give road trips the axe.

Writing 201: Poetry


Skin, Prose Poetry, Internal Rhyme

My skin I feel; it’s so unreal. The lightest brush of feathers, the blood rushing within–this sense of touch that means so much. My skin covers my face and chin; the hairs, they grow up from within. I felt them when I woke today. The blood feeding, the feathers catching–my skin again, my hairy skin. I like the feeling of smooth skin; it’s time to depilate again.

Writing 201: Poetry


Gift, Acrostic, Simile

Giving this, and giving that,
In fits of love, or post a spat–
For you, my darling. You, my love!
To whom my heart will be a dove.

You know what I find funny about today’s Writing 201 assignment? The acrostic of the assignment itself. Ah, bathroom humor never loses its charm!

Writing 201: Poetry


Goodnight

Softly shifting screens
Sweetly smiling sleepily
Self-serving sandman

Writing 201: Poetry