The American Sonnet: An Essay
A kiss at midnight
in a naked lake, its waves
gray as razor blades,
turns out to be a dead fish
slapping my face – God this hurts.
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Laughed out loud at this one, Tom! You are a wicked man!
Thanks Kevin.
I love this economy and the hard/cool description of “gray as razor blades”
Thanks Shaun.
i also admit to having a (dark) chuckle here..
Thanks Dustin.
Funny twist!
Thanks!
Honestly one of many throways this month, though I may recycle the kiss/fish image.
I certainly wouldn’t toss this (back in the lake). ; )
It was so much fun to write with you again this month, Tom! Thanks for your comments and support of my writing. I really enjoy where your poems go. I hope to meet you in person someday. Best of luck with where your writing takes you next. Cheers!
After last night, this makes me laugh and cry.
I don’t see the connection.
Haha! I’m glad I got on and decided to check out some poems. You look like you’ve been faithful this month. I somewhat lost my daily mojo after a week at a residency (I wrote there, though). Now, I’m sputtering…
This poem is such a fun read!
Thanks Ellen.