One of my neighbors is esteemed poet Marilyn Taylor. I chatted with her about her work at a recent holiday gathering. It brought to mind a time in my youth when I wrote poetry and made me wonder if I could still tap into that part of my creative brain. Here goes.
Words – a free verse sestet
By Karen Hodgkiss
Paprika and charcuterie roll off the tongue.
Moist. Must. Avoid. At all costs.
Shipping. Ugh. RIP Brangelina.
Mansplain and hangry. New portmanteau toys.
I can’t even. So wrong, but so right.
Inexorably morphing. Can’t get enough.