In celebration of an upcoming commercial holiday and to help inspire others to enter The Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest, I will write a love poem every day this week.
As morning became afternoon became evening and I hadn’t a topic to soliloquize, I finally settled on dedicating the following Tanka to black clothing:
Winter’s unkind touch
Paints my flabby skin folds on
Turning smiles down.
When, uplifted, my heart joys
Once clothed in slimming blackness.
Photo Credit:
Mohammad Metri
Chel Owens 
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This is novel, Chelsea.
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😀 Thanks. That’s one way of putting it. 😀
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Next… a haiku about vertical stripes!
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Ha! You, first!
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my vertical stripes
confuse the viewer. where’s my
invisible gut?
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😀 👏
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This was blissfully below average.
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Thanks… I think.
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