Mr. Nice Guy
She’s says he’s a “nice guy”
but his smile is too sweet.
Like saccharin. It leaves a bad taste.
He wears a nice suit
Says all the right things
How do you do?
But when he thinks I’m not looking
I see something evil lurking
His gaze glosses over as we discuss the weather.
His eyes drift down my thigh…
He checks himself when I say his name
and the saccharin smile returns
plastered like a Las Vegas billboard
My daughter bounces back
like a brightly-colored beach ball.
“I’m ready!” She announces.
And I know she isn’t.
For the past two days I’ve featured poems from my Creative Writing class inspired by Irene Latham’s Live Your Poem workshop. Today I’d like to invite you to participate in a Live Your Poem activity! It’s simple! Take a look at this image and tell me what word comes to mind. Don’t say “phone,” but tell me what this image of a phone makes you think about. What do you associate this image with?What memory do you connect it to? What does it represent in your mind?
Put your word (or words) in the comment box and over the next few days let’s see if we (or I) can put the words together to make a poem! I’ll post the finished product of our “collaborative” poem and you can tell me if we/I capture the essence of the image (yikes!) No pressure…
Here’s another installment in the Irene Latham iconic images poetry! Tyhara Tyrell is another one of my lovely and talented students who chose this striking image and wondered about the significance and symbolism of keys.
What do your keys unlock?
do they unlock anything at all?
or do you simply like their antique jingle?
why do you have so many?
must you compartmentalize all aspects of your life
into separate boxes…?
are they tangible expressions of the secrets that you keep?
are they there to comfort your fingers when you feel lost?
do they reassure you of yourself
to know you hold the key,
knowing that they are yours
to never be used if so you choose,
to never be touched
by any other fingers other than your own.
They are yours.
and you don’t owe us any answers.
You don’t owe us any keys.
Check out my other creative student, Darlyze’s, poem “Woman Enough” and other creative works here on Books & Coffee!