Day 17’s prompt: Write a haiku. (I usually hate attempting these, but this one came to me quite easily!)
Rainy Afternoons (a haiku)
My heart longs for those
Cloudy days or rainy days
Best used for cuddling.
Last year’s prompt for Day 17: Write a ‘swing’ poem.
To quote from the page:
Sure, there are park swings and mood swings; there’s swing music and swing dancing; and there are swingers. Some people swing one way; others swing another. In politics, there are swing votes and swing states. And many people have swung a bat, an ax, and/or a hammer in their lifetimes.
So this was what I came up with:
A Swing for All Seasons
I swing the other way, I always say
But who said we were swinging?
We’d wear our creaky libidos out.
As for those who swing both ways,
They must drive themselves dizzy
Swaying from one desire to another.
Some can’t stay on one swing too long,
The movements become mundane,
That same old seat now too familiar,
So they stray to another playground,
Try some other rides, for a new thrill,
And pounce on a shiny new plaything.
But such sessions are not always secret
Some proudly tell their present playmate
About their brand spanking new toy
And ask if they’d like to play along too.
But of course they’ll say, why not,
Monogamy is so last decade anyway.
And so we swing from one to the next,
Until we’ve had our quite literal fill.
Who on earth would want to settle
And stay on the comfortable chair?
We can’t rest until we’ve sampled
Every arm and leg there is out there.
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