Too Full — After Delta Rae, Bottom of the River (a golden shovel poem)

frecklekiss

Your kisses have a way of making me drunk —
not like maybe I’ve had a few too many and 
maybe I really shouldn’t have driven, 
but like I can’t even form words, and, by 
the way, my mouth is too full of yours, to say a
single one! It’s what mama would call devil’s
whiskey! But, devil or no, I can’t satisfy this hunger! 

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POETIC FORM

golden shovel – Take a line (or lines) from a poem you like. Use each word as an end word in your poem. Keep the end words in order. Credit the original poet, ie. “-after (poet)”.

POEM A DAY NOVEMBER 2015 – PROMPT:

For today’s prompt, write a festive poem.

For more information, check out– http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2015-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-5.

 

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