My Toska & Cafuné

Admittedly, I struggled to write poetry today. Every time I had a thought of "Oh yeah, I've got time now to write a poem," undoubtedly Twitter or Soduko or wedding blogs looked more appealing. Thus, I turned to a prompt to get the writing going (20 Awesomely Untranslatable Words from Around the World -- hat tip, sasqi, once more) and drafted a few somethings in the shapes of poems. I kept to the form and the challenge, and some days that is enough.

I also don't think what I've written is terrible either. Just, well, lack-luster on its first arrival that's all.

Some lines from:

My Toska

you are the unwanted ache,
the direct line dredging in my gut,
the smile that left too soon

and

Cafuné

You didn't run your fingers
through my long blond hair
but you did traces lines
down my bare back,
your fingers adorned with
dollar-store fake nails
we'd received from a party goody bag