Guest Poem: Itching
Itching
For links to poetry prompts, or if you missed out on what I’m doing for National Poetry Month, check out the first post here.
To end each post, there will be this call to share your own work. Whether it’s something that you write as soon as you finish reading this post, or it’s a poem you’ve posted or had published, place the whole poem in the comments or put a link to it. A brief description before the link will help me process comments faster, so I know they’re not spam.
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This poem brings back memories of when I was young and had to have the last word! Now, I avoid confrontation and simply walk away.
Me too, Diana. I can really relate to the “conjuring a quarrel” for the “spirit of the spat.” Luckily, I don’t do that anymore. Like you, I tend to avoid confrontation a bit more now. Not all together, but I no longer seek it either.
I also really liked the line “I am well practiced at letting lesser things slip from the tip of my lips.” I love the rhythm of the line.
I get a lot of comments on my posts via text messages, and someone pointed out to me the other day that Nikkita is very direct with her poems. You know exactly what she’s talking about. I have to agree, her poetry is vivid and direct.
Thanks for commenting.
Same! I no longer go looking for it. She is direct, yes, and I love that about her!