NaPoWriMo 25 ~ not a sonnet

In a bizarre turn of prompts…ha! I read a few of the responses poets had to NaPoWriMo’s prompt yesterday to use a list of words as end rhymes in a sonnet. I tried a sonnet, and do have something in the works…but it just might stay there. Instead, I used the words, or any form I saw fit, in this piece. It’s a bit bawdy, and I don’t do that often in poetry….but my “gut” tells me that it’s about aging.

I must confess to stealing a phrase from poet and blogstress Tilly Bud for this piece. In her response to the NaPoWriMo prompt, she used the phrase, bulldoze the blues. I loved it, and incorporated it in this piece.

Tilly Bud taught me this: If the prompt falsifies your poem, find a way to make it authentic.

Here are the words: rage, doom, age, tomb , sighs, breast, thighs, west, mad, blues, plaid, shoes, fail, mail.

I think aging is best served aloud. In my preference, the last stanza has a bit of a sailor song feel to it. eh hey!
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aging

Raging at plaid
my breasts heave out this huge sigh
so they can feel something bigger than
“more than a mouthful’s a waste.”

Black shoes maryjane their way beneath my age,
mad about westward expansion and high heels.
Thighs bulldoze the blues with cellulite crescendos.

Send it in the mail
and if that fails—
it’s all about doom
and a moss covered tomb.

If the world survives one more day—
eh hey—
If the world survives one more day—