i dreamed i was a bear….
An actual bear. My poem fur coat is available to read at the Tupelo 30/30 project page.
I have twelve (12) [xii] spots left, just enough for some apostles to sponsor some poems. So, don’t be shy! Tupelo (and I) will thank you for it.
that weight on my shoulders
it is no feather
i will carry us
i will be the disaster
so will you
we will not emerge
but we will emerge
i would fit you in my pocket
if i could
you already fit in my heart
in that spot between my shoulder blades
where our wings emerge
The Daily Post
Daily Prompt: Carry
I didn’t know it was National Poetry Writing Month!
I don’t know how many of these challenges I’ll try. I’ve missed the first two already. Today’s challenge is a fourteener, a poem with lines of fourteen syllables.
the fox and bear were famous friends, at least that’s what i heard
until the fateful day the fox threw caution to the wind
and dressed in finest reds and whites, a top hat on his head
he came to court the lovely lass, the bear’s only daughter
‘this is an outrage,’ shouted bear, ‘you’re more than twice her age’
‘my age has nought to do with love,’ said fox, severely grave
‘i seek her hand and she seeks mine; do not begrudge us this
‘why you yourself are thrice my age and yet we still are friends’
‘we’re friends no more,’ the bear cried out, ‘you seek to ruin her”
‘far from the truth you wander, friend, and farther still you stray
‘if she’ll have me, she’ll be mine, the devil take your blessing’
so fox and the bear’s only child strove to run away
okay, no rhyming and it’s kind of a fragment.