Twenty Degrees Above Zero
What a beautiful day in the snow
She said it is nice
I said it's twenty above
She said yes - love it!
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Denise E Lindquist
I am married with 7 children, 28 grands, and 13 great-grandchildren. I am a culture consultant part-time. I write A Poem a Day in February for 8 years now. I wrote 4 - 50,000 word stories in NaNoWriMo. I write on Vocal/Medium daily.
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Killing him slowly
There’s an intruder in my house again. He stumbles through the door, wet carrier bags in hand. He’s bought me offerings. I show my appreciation, letting him caress my beautiful body. He wants to touch me. I rub myself against his legs. He sighs, dropping the bags. He can’t resist touching me. Running his hand slowly down my spine, I arch my back towards his caress, let out a low purr. It’s what we both need.
By N J Delmas2 days ago in Horror
Comments (4)
Totally agree for I love the cold and snow over the hot and humid. Good job.
After the cold spell, it's almost like a heatwave!! Great haiku, Denise <3
I appreciate how the poem celebrates the everyday. Twenty degrees above zero suddenly feels like a reason to be happy!
But it's sooo cold hahaha. Loved your poem!