Written for Poetic Asides 2019 April PAD Challenge – Day 16
Write a catch poem. Catch a cold, a ball, a fish, or someone’s eye.
Write a release poem. Release your anger, a ball, a fish, or someone’s head (from a head lock while wrestling, of course).
Caught your magnetism, as if a cold,
heart butterflies dance, cheeks pop spots of rose.
I am stung by piercing rays of bold
gold-green eyes. You are the ballad I’ve composed.
I live my days in a feverish state,
impatient to hear your soulful voice.
Supple clay am I, in sculptor’s hands I wait.
Your touch electrifies my skin, so moist.
Passion is what I need to feel alive,
a state they claim you cannot maintain
forever. At its end, oh, the crash dive.
Do I aim for the moon which also wanes?
Catch that passion, try to bottle it
for when released, the loss is a bitch.