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.