11 ripe for the tasting

breezy kisses
tickle
her neck

she's ripe
for the picking
like a mellow
fruit

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i decided to once again open myself up to a new form of poetry.  on Monday i went with a mirrored refrain; today i decided to try my hand at a septolet.  Seven lines (check), separated into two related parts (check), fourteen words (check), construct a picture/image (i think i tickled the senses of touch and taste more so than sight...so...check).  there does not seem to be any specifications on the break up of the lines, though most were three and four (or vise versa...four and three), their seemed to be no set rule about the number of words per line (though one, two, three seemed to be the combinations).  so i suppose the above poem fits the criteria.


inspiration for this poem came from Three Word Wednesday [3WW=>breeze(-e+y), mellow, tickle].  as i rolled the words around in my mouth like a mellow wine over the course of the day, i found myself with little bursts of thoughts and no computer to type with.  so i pulled out my phone and tweeted it, easy breezy.  this would count as #tweetoetry number 20 (@rmpWritings).  a septolet is a much easier fit to the 140 limit than a tanka.