How about a non-astro-poetry poem today? This is one that I wrote while in college for my poetry class. I believe that that day’s particular assignment was to focus on the senses. I’d love to know what you think! Comment or rate below!
The Sixteen-hour Cashier’s Husband
He only floated the Buffalo river once, beer in hand.
Although he’s been paralyzed since his back broke at birth.
A fly dying a sticky-saccharine life plays the part
of the chocolate sprinkle in the left-over hospital pudding.
Imagination picks up the slack when the body doesn’t
and a first beer tastes better when you’ve never had one.
In the lavender-scented supermarket she counts pennies
until her fingers rub raw of burnt metal with each drop in the IV.