A Period Piece

The white of the sky blends into the thighs
of the bobbling, blubbery ocean.
It’s her time of the month,
and she is bloated with clouds-
rocks like areola lie sore among her shore.
This daily flow of rain, a burden to bear,
but she must keep pace and force out air.
Winds to push the sails of men casting nets,
mirrored in their labors are hopeful depths.
Winds the waterfowl need to rise
make their treks, and dive to take a prize,
a flash among the cramping waves.
Her voice soothing the crash of rocks,
the wagging of sharper tongues,
but in her expansion, the sky never complains,
knowing it’s just not polite to talk of such things.

NaPoWriMo Day 21. Today, I crafted a poem for an AllPoetry.com photo contest hosted by Amaranthine lover. Hope you enjoy.

8 responses to “A Period Piece”

energizer31415

I loved the flow of this piece.

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abigfatcanofworms

Yes. The flow. It is both soothing and sad.

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1. K.Hartless
  
  Thank you; yes, there are lots of emotions that evolve with time, but something that should be more accepted abs talked about, no?
  
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johnlmalone

a very carefully wrought poem with clever analogies

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1. K.Hartless
  
  Thank you, John. Wanted to say something often left in unsaid.
  
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Hobbo

A cleverly penned poem with some smart metaphors which I had the embarrassment of having to explain to Dauphy.

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1. K.Hartless
  
  Oh, man. I’m taking on a taboo topic this morning. It’s just the kind of discussion that needs to take place though, so thank you-No going back now, Dauphy.
  
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  1. Hobbo
    
    Dauphy is now a dog of the world thanks to you1
    
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