I remember when you told me this —
when your body’s heat warmed my body’s
chill: when I said to you, “I am a mess, but yours.”
You pulled me close and loved me — yes, and
I remember when you told me this —
“My shoulders are wide enough and my body’s
strong.” You said you would carry this mess of mine.
You promised me then. I still believe. I trust your
words — and I am yours. My body and my mess
they fit with you. I know that your love, it is
for me. Your shoulders, strength and body, are mine.
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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 memory poem.
For more information, check out– http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2015-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-13.
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