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Poem #1, PAD Challenge 2009

OK, here it is. Today’s prompt was to write about an origin, whether its the origin of a word, an idea, a place, or anything. This is my rough draft:

Aging

Swirls in the primordial soup
Scooped up by my metal spoon
Wrap around the handle
Climb up my fingers
Bore into my skin
Entwine my joints.

Rigid
Calcified bone
Beneath gathered skin
Weathered like brown leather.

It started lucid
Like a sober man entering the bar after work,
But as the years passed,
Flexibility stretched to capacity
An elastic band that no longer holds,
But folds in on itself.

What did you write today?

For more information about the challenge, go here.