Poem 20150406b

So, I have a bit of a completion problem. I missed the first couple of prompts for #NaPoWriMo, and I’m going have to go back and make them up. Don’t me why. That’s just the way I’m broken. So now, the prompt for Day one:

write a poem that involves describing something in terms of what it is not, or not like.


not fish
not fowl
not slimy toad
lacking legs, it creeps
both up and down
without a nose, yet it smells
no hands or feet, but ascends under it’s own power
seeks neither blood nor violence, yet
armed and ready to defend itself

climbing rose–friend to bees, and fragrant vagrant