Saturday July 16th, 2022

The exercise:

Write a four line poem about: hands.

2 comments:

Greg said...

Hmm, oddly enough that prompt works out quite well :)

Hands
The sky, when the turbulence shakes me so much,
Turns about and around and my desperate hands grab
Next to a pilot who’s exceedingly butch
And tells me to “watch it!” and gives me a slap.

Marc said...

Greg - I do try. Especially with this remarkable poem you insist on finding ways to continue. I figure it is the very least I could do.

Hah, perfectly incorporated :)