This Poem is Risky

Written for:  November 2022 PAD Chapbook Challenge - Day 17

"For today's prompt, write a risk poem. Most of my family is really into the classic board game Risk, but there's more to risk than fake armies and real dice. Risk may involve asking someone out on a date or applying for a new job. Many people take a (hopefully low level) risk each day on their morning commute. Even trying a new food involves some risk. And yes, of course, writing (and sharing) a poem."

This poem is risky.
Read it if you dare
to care to bare 
your emotions in 
an ocean of tears, or 
in nervous giggles of joy-
lessness, or recognition.
Be alert.  This poem 
changes, rearranges itself.
It is fickle, fugacious,
pickled, audacious, tired
of whining, sadness, 
and pining.  This poem
has decided to laugh,
pick up a glass, and toast
its insanely silly host.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to This Poem is Risky

  1. Helen says:

    If memory serves, your poem is a boomerang ~~ I love working with this form ~~ I love this poem.


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