Goddess

The problem, some would say, with unshaven legs is that spidery feeling you eventually get. I mean…you might wince every now and then as you begin to notice the accumulation of hair that you only rid yourself of three days ago, but all in all, it’s not such a horrible thing really.

Right?

That little sapling of a hair that will grow up with its brothers and sisters being shoved into the rictus of work pants and yoga pants and when you’re brave enough and finally just don’t give a shit.. into fishnets. Ignoring those pithy comments from people who happen to notice the little hairs sticking straight out every which way within that glorious netting.

 I’m no caitiff though. I. Am. A. Damn. Warrior.

A warrior riding this dump-truck smelling subway, but a warrior nonetheless.

 

 


(I love these!)

From the prompt below:

1. Problem

2. Pithy (brief, forceful, and meaningful in expression; full of vigor, substance,or meaning; terse; forcible)

3. Scuttle

4. Accumulate

5. Wince

6. Truck

7. Unshaven

8. Rictus (the gaping or opening of the mouth)

9. Caitiff (base, despicable person)

10. Flotsam

11. Sapling

12. Dump

Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem

The words can appear in an alternate form

Use the words in any order that you like.

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Intro to Poetry; Day 3 (Friend)

They make me laugh with cornball antics

Helping me to stay young

Inclusive with activities other moms only dare to dream of

Never giving up on me

Giving me kisses when I need them most

Shenanigans are abundant

1 very entertaining life I get to live thanking them for choosing me

&

2 grown-up girls who will always be my babies… and my best friends

 

THINGS 1&2 – Acrostic

 

Intro to Poetry; Day 2 – Face (Alliteration)

Fabulous fixation on hiding within the finite facets of fragrant blooms,

These familiar faces of fortitude are fearless, fanciful faeries. 

Favorable, freedom-filled, and fantastically fast,

Floating with finesse like fine flumes of fog. 

They are fastidious with flora and fauna, 

Full with the fervor of family, and

Never feigning felicity.