NaPoWriMo Poem #8

Do not write and drive.  For if you do, your draft will look like this:

And your poem will sound like this:

Conversation with my Dentist

Salami specks and flecks of food

decorate my teeth.
Poppy seedy dots on top.
Broccoli bits beneath.

Do you like my rainbow smile?

I haven't brushed in quite a while.

     You haven't brushed - and that's the truth.

     You're wearing food on every tooth.

     You haven't flossed - it's very clear.

     I've found a meal or two in here.

     Please open up your mouth for me.

     Today I'll eat my lunch for free.

© Amy LV

No one wants to write this kind of poem.

On the Published Poems page above, you can now find anthologies with my poems along with links to find them in local bookstores.  Sharing the Seasons just came out this month, and with David Diaz's illustrations and Lee Bennett Hopkins' selections, it is a luminous book.  There are two excerpts in this link, the second of which shows my poem, Apple Pockets.

Yesterday, a kindergarten girl called me "Miss Waterspout".  Now that's a good day.