This month’s 7 Word Itch poem was one of the most challenging I think I’ve ever had. One look at my seven words and I was totally stumped as to how to make a coherent poem out of them.
The seven words are: beyond, tame, receptors, pimple, stay, graceful, games.
To be honest, I only drew the words earlier today, and so might have done better with more time. I may revisit this list later in the month to see if I can make anything more sophisticated than this poem:
It stands out like a pimple on
but my receptors are numb,
I never see it coming.
I stay far beyond comfort or
tolerance, and then I am
back into the games,
bending like a graceful ballerina,
while he’s a wounded cat,
and far from tame.