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. The challenge I set for myself was to open the box and take what presented itself. The constraint: I had to use one of each color (concept, adjective, object), and the dice I used had to touch each other. I went with my heart, unspoken, and meadow. The grasses and plants mentioned in this poem are native to the South Dakota prairie where I live.
my heart is an unspoken meadow
little bluestem of hope
sunsedge of truth
slender wild parsley of wonder
the possibility of a single prairie rose
the dirigible plum 
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