Challenge
Poetry contest. Twenty word minimum. First place will be decided based on the poem, of course, though the number of comments posted by others will be factored in (critiques or praise, no one word or three word quickies) and those who comment should "like" it to keep the judges looking for updated reads. Write a poem about anything. Aim for the gut. Winner gets $100.
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The Man Who Was A Flower.
He was born with a pistil on his head,
Giving him abilities, almost superhuman they've said.
Negative and narcotic spidey sense,
Guiding his daughter in her defense,
Twisting and turning and crossing the street,
Just in time so they'll never meet,
She looks up with big, loving eyes,
And to his surprise,
She whispers in his ear something softly,
"Daddy, you smell like coffee."
He smiles and embraces her tight,
In the abandoned lot in the waning light,
Knowing, even in poverty,
She smiles and skips, full of innocent glee.