#PINP17 Days 5 and 6

Blog, poetry, writing

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In the Night (Day 5)

And in the night

there you come

hands like brands

and lips like embers.

 

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The Baby (Day 6)

Little toes

like pink snails.

Little eyes

onyx-dark.

Little tummy

soft as a sack of grain.

Little tuft of hair

a brown coil like darkened bronze.

Little freckles

skin like toasted almonds.

A little laugh

to light the world.

 

Right now I don’t consider this last poem finished. I’m going to go back and finish it — mostly adding lines, and then fixing the last line (“to light the world”) because it’s hideously cliche. I was pressed for time and space, and thus rushed the poem. The lesson here: poetry can never be rushed.

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