I don’t miss
raindrops;
they’ve had
their day.
I don’t miss
March,
April, or even
May;
especially
when I see
the sweat
trickling
down your back
and hope you
pick me
to throw
into your sack.
© 2013
Jennifer Wagner
For two
prompts. Margaret Bednar at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads wants us to drip with heat…err summer. This gorgeous photo is hers. If you’ve gotta have more go here. You won’t regret it! And Peggy Goetz wants us to Feel the Heat in
ten lines or less at Poetry Jam. She’s
an excellent photographer as well. Go
here to see more. Happy summer!
20 comments:
ha. love the end of this jennifer...its playful and a sensual allusion as well with the sweat on their back...you got the heat...
charming and whimsical. Brought a smile.
pick me to throw
into your sack
Chuckles Jennifer! In light hearted mood and a smooth flow! Nicely!
Hank
Enjoyed this, Jennifer. I do't miss those three months ever either....but in the dead of winter I will miss the HEAT of June and July!! Smiles.
short tease gem...nice work
Hmmm...there is a flirt and tease to this. Love it!
There is a fun feel to this--Lovely!!
You have a lovely way with words - I'd like to just sink into them :)
This is so sweet. I love it.
This is delightful to read, even if I really do miss April and May.
K
Pick me ... pick me. How clever and oh so sweet.
a bit of a tease on this one..pick me to throw into your sack..a bit sensual..like it.
How imaginative!
I envy the flowers - they just love the heat. I enjoyed reading your response. :-)
Ha!Love it.
Nice!!
Love the heat in your words...Good one Jennifer ~
Your poem made me smile!
Nicely done :D
Nice...I feel the sweat.
There is Youth, energy and desire in these lines. Beautiful :)
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