Saturday, April 30, 2016
Friday, April 29, 2016
Mango Market
Some choose mangos by the smell
But the yellow scent of heaven
Is all the same to me
I go by feel; Goldilocks-like
Too firm, too squishy, just right
Weighed out and priced
My pesos for a taste of paradise
Thursday, April 28, 2016
Backwards Poem
At long last the kite flies free!
He loosens it from the tree
A ladder fetched and leaned up
Her cries heard by a kind grownup
The girl looks up through the leaves in tears
Higher and higher! 'Til into the tree it steers
Dipping and diving and soaring!
To the park she races clutching the string.
All set up and ready for flight
Down from the shelf comes the glorious kite
Today's poem comes from the NaPoWriMo prompt to write a poem backwards. So if you start at the end of the poem and read it from bottom to top, it will actually make sense.
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