Tonight, one of my favorite blogs, written by Carol and titled “Relax,” published a poem that begins with the lines:
Tonight, I am missing
all half-grown kissing
–oh! I meant kittens—
an orange one, Mittens,
(HERE is a link to her entire poem.)
I, however, loved the original typo (or contrived typo) and challenged her to make a poem starting from it and remaining with that idea. I promised to do so myself, and have, hoping she won’t mind my stealing my version of her first line. Here is mine:
Empty Nest
I’ve been missing
that half-grown kissing
that lasts a minute
with chocolate in it.
Runny noses.
Heads of roses
picked off stems
like rarest gems
presented in
a tuna tin.
Priceless treasure
for my pleasure.
My life lacks
these loving smacks––
even a quickie,
albeit sticky
with peanut butter.
A parting stutter,
and then they’re gone
and off upon
adventures new,
away from you,
taking their kisses
to other misses.
I’m awaiting hers. Are you up to meeting the challenge, Carol?
