The prompt at NaPoWriMo today is:
Today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that relies on repetition. It can be repetition of a phrase, or just a word.
The Belle of Black and White Movies
She lived well.
She used to dine on fine wine
with men and women whose
names took them places,
her fingertips smelling of caviar
and a wine stain left on the breast
of her best dress, replacable.
She loved well.
She was always the first to dance,
kind of girl, a lover at each hip,
all pink lips and fluid limbs as she
swirled at the oceans edge.
She rationed her body the way
a seamestress measured thread,
bit by bit, the spool still spinning.
She wrote well.
Love letters to foreign lovers
by names she couldn't enunciate,
formal complaints to state senators
following federal grant proposals for
programs in the name of the working poor,
birthday cards for the morning post
and a sack-full of mole-skin journals
for the sake of staying sane.