So they were the hippies–
and so were you, but really
you were just poor, and skinny,
and strenuous in the way
your lovemaking was.
Or maybe not, you were pristine,
religious, full of cockiness,
yelling at authority, not wanting
to be closed in, predictable
–that’s the hypothesis.
But when you held her–a
langourous torch of tongue so
she had cried her black eyes
out–it had seemed really natural
waking up like that.
“We’re on our third two-for-Tuesday prompt. So pick one, combine both prompts into one poem, or write two (or more) different poems. Here are the prompts:
Write a natural poem. A poem about something natural. It could be a natural way of living, something made of natural materials, nature itself, or some other spin. Or…
Write an unnatural poem. Take the natural prompt and spin it around the other way. Maybe this means writing a poem about processed food, supernatural apparitions, or some other unnatural object.”