a whole store full of new shoe smell, fresh grey
mesh and plastic hideousness to replace torn old
athletic running shoes under your desk, Grade 2 fashion
nonsense, you dress like Forest Grump but never run
and I’m still proud to hold your hand on the escalator
This was my stab at writing a tanka, written in response to NaPoWriMo Poetry Prompt #7: love, funny side up on Read Write Poem. Gotta love daily poetry prompts for the month of April.
Never thought I'd have an opportunity to post this video.
To what degree should you try to change someone in a relationship and to what degree should you accept them as they are?