I freestyled her rhyming poetry./
It dripped with sentimentality.
I let words float away,/
but had no more to say/
once my intensity got scary.
Posts Tagged ‘drip’
Freestylin’ Sentamentality: Romantic ImproVerse Limmerick
January 3, 2014A Man’s Hot Flash: Revolutionary Blogging Poem
April 18, 2011Late night.
Cool desert breeze
flows
through basement
windows.
Sweat drips
down my face
as I sit
and write,
solo,
into the night.
Thought I’m grateful
for inspiration’s
lightening bolts,
I thought only
menopausal women
got
hot
flashes.