This is my first post for Weekend Writing Warriors (http://www.wewriwa.com/), and I’m already breaking the rules. This poem is not 8 sentences, but it was a fun little exercise, and all I had time for today. I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but it was inspired by watching a fabric softener commercial. It has no title at this point, but I am open to suggestions.
Her bathtub was filled with flowers,
and her heart was filled with rain.
She waited hour after hour
never to come home again.
Bees flew round her head,
and landed upon her red
fingernails, but found
no flowers there.