To write a bad poem
I dreamed letter magnets
on the refrigerator
moved themselves
in an unsteady line to spell
y-o-u-a-r-e-n-o-t-a-p-o-e-t
my forehead grew damp and
I struggled to rearrange the magnets
the air became heavier than swimming
my slow arms and hands
couldn't catch the magnets
wavering before my eyes
y-o-u-a-r-e-n-o-t-a-p-o-e-t
frantically, I turned to ask
why the room was so thick
my feet would not move
I opened my eyes confused and hot
the edge of my bed fuzzy
daylight hesitating behind the curtain
my arms were numb and
difficult to move
Today is the day
to write a bad poem
leaf moon fall
on the refrigerator
moved themselves
in an unsteady line to spell
y-o-u-a-r-e-n-o-t-a-p-o-e-t
my forehead grew damp and
I struggled to rearrange the magnets
the air became heavier than swimming
my slow arms and hands
couldn't catch the magnets
wavering before my eyes
y-o-u-a-r-e-n-o-t-a-p-o-e-t
frantically, I turned to ask
why the room was so thick
my feet would not move
I opened my eyes confused and hot
the edge of my bed fuzzy
daylight hesitating behind the curtain
my arms were numb and
difficult to move
Today is the day
to write a bad poem
leaf moon fall
posted by MB at 8:16 AM
9 Comments:
My favorite magnetic poem was this.
No, I meant a juice knife.
Ephemera, and gone three moves ago.
Funny, I'm not sure who truly judges if any of us are worthy of the title, "Poet". Who decides -magazine editors, friends, comments on blogs, us?
I love to write, whether the world wants to listen, or not.
A-n-y-o-n-e-w-h-o-c-a-n-d-o-i-t-d-a-i-l-y-i-s-t-r-u-l-y-a-p-o-e-t
I think this is a liberating poem!
Magnets can raise wonderful questions through their sudden, unexpected juxtapositions. Or terrible questions, depending.
mermaid, I am afraid I am at times my worst critic so your declaration made me smile, thanks.
((Jean)) thanks!
mary, you are right to read it that way. Although, of course, I firmly believe that poems, like songs, serve the listener as much as the writer. Which means that they may mean different things at different times, during different experiences.
HA HA HA HA HA
That's awesome, Moose. And not a bad poem at all, in my opinion. :)
I'm glad you got a laugh out of it, Sara, and thanks for stopping by. :-)
And a fine photo too!
Thanks, and welcome, udge!
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