This month, I’m tagging along with Christie, Margaret, Jone, Mary Lee, and other writers to play with poetry for National Poetry Writing Month. I’ll be creating poems using haikubes, metaphor dice, magnet poetry, paint chips and anything else that catches my fancy. Today, I’m playing with metaphor dice.
your mother is a last-minute thunderstorm
clouds gather low on the horizon
build before they burst
lightning flash follows thunder growl
the skies open, a brief deluge
then the break of blue sky and sun