poems

the thing i love

about poetry

is that you can write just about anything

and

as

long as you

space it out creatively,

it transcends mere

words. or at least

it feels that way.

~~~

it also helps

if you

write

in all lower-case letters.

~~~

i know

this is crap. but now i will attempt

to write some actual

poetry. i’m feeling

inspired.

~~~

ready?

here we go.

~~~

your face, so hard and cold

your fists, clenched tight

the betrayal, o!

the betrayal.

what kind of blog post is this? what hath this tuesday morning wrought?

the fire rages inside.

the fire rages inside.

~~~

i am going to go out

on a

limb

and say that i actually like that poem, as ridiculous as it is.

there’s something about

repeating lines

that pleases me.

that pleases me.

~~~

thank

you.

~~~

I will do better

next

week.

~~~

I love you

all.

2 responses to “poems”

  1. Tim says:

    Instead of a comment, a quote, from Billy Collins:

    the trouble with poetry is
    that it encourages the writing of more poetry,
    more guppies crowding the fish tank,
    more baby rabbits
    hopping out of their mothers into the dewy grass.

    And how will it ever end?
    unless the day finally arrives
    when we have compared everything in the world
    to everything else in the world,

    and there is nothing left to do
    but quietly close our notebooks
    and sit with our hands folded on our desks.

    The rest can be found here.

  2. LP says:

    Thank you, Tim for that
    comment.

    I know this
    post
    wasn’t really worthy of it.

    For that reason
    I
    am
    deeply
    appreciative.