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Warning Label – NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 25

An Acrostic Poem for today’s NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 25 Prompt: write a poem that takes the form of a warning label . . . for yourself! I have been accused of talking too much. Or of changing the subject mid-sentence, by those who know me best. I don’t think I’ve ever been as awful as today’s poem suggests, but I had a bit of fun poking fun at myself. Apologies to anyone I may have infuriated by not allowing you to get a word in edgewise…I’m working on my listening skills. 🙂


Welcome! Come in. I’ve heard such nice things about you…Tea?
All my friends call me…well…you can call me Kat.
Really, I insist. And I won’t take no for an answer.
Now tell me about you. I want to know everything.
Im not big on formalities as you can see. I like things simple,
Not that I don’t like nice things. But I have been told that I’m low maintenance.
Give me a reason not to like you; that’s what I say. I get along with everyone.

Love comes easy for me, too easy.
And hate…well I just don’t. Unless, of course…never mind…I don’t.
But, this is about you. So tell me… You were saying?
Except, if I might…just one more thing…I should warn you
Little things…like details, lies, and small talk…they make me crazy. Did you say you wanted tea? Sorry, I’ll brew a pot. So where were we? Oh, I might have forgotten to tell you I have an appointment soon, so our visit will need to be shorter than we planned. I hope you don’t mind. We should plan to do this again soon. I think we’re going to be great friends. I can tell. And I have a feeling about these things. You have my number don’t you? I’ll call you.

~kat


Emotions 

Art from cliparts.co


A new form that I’m trying today…the Acrostic Poem. My samplings, a study in opposites…

SADNESS

Someday I hope you can remember
All the good things about us
Days of happiness, carefree, loving
Not that I want your pity
Everything happens for a reason
Still I miss how easily we fit
Seems we just outgrew one another.

HAPPINESS

How do I explain this
All-consuming feeling
Perfectly
Packaged
In a word
No single word is
Ever adequate
Sometimes
Simplicity, just being it, is best.

~kat – 26 February 2017


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