The Eight Poem Challenges
Here it was ukuleles and music stands and the harmonies sounds of the ukuleles being strummed.
The moon smells like chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven.
Cold
Ice
Snow
Winter
Seasons
Summer
Beach
Umbrellas
Hot
Anger is an inferno that can't be put out.
I am as angry as a bull,
clawing at the ground,
ready to charge at the red handkerchief.
I look at my tennis shoes and all I see is sweat.
The plate was piled with food once, and it was delighting.
musicians auditorium