Trying my hand at poetry
You know you’re reading quality poetry when the author has to explain to you that you’re reading quality poetry. (The opposite of that statement is probably true.) This isn’t related - but - the following two sections are my impressive attempts at poetry. Partly because I haven’t written in an acceptable time, but mainly because I’m bored.
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I write not enough but still she visits.
One text, one call, on paper, easy. But
that paper rests on my cluttered desk,
off in the corner, while I binge new girl.
The original girl, who I met at age two,
treks across a valley, a desert, a mountain pass
in a car delayed by snow, drawn into the night.
To reciprocate her effort, I...
Well, I haven’t moved. Or, merely
I open the door; say hello
My younger: kind, smart, a be-er
we, along with my plus one (only one)
venture to the annex of sweden, blue and yellow
a two-story compartmentalized snapshot
of your interior if you had more green.
She excavates a much needed frame,
the other she paints an already-established bridge.
Me, stomach growls; the hourglass half empty.
Half full rather - the pizza strikes only two tallys
Dinner cooked at the other apartment
I’ve been here a few times, understated.
Brussel sprouts, cream sauce, gluten free, dairy free, Pasta.
Then a movie. Not one, two, but ocean's eleven
At intermission, we pause for snacks
Popcorn buttery and hot chocolate homemade -yet dairy free
Granted, the bechdel test failed, action galore, but
a boys movie, an unfair criticism.
Sunday sunny greeted gleefully with waffles,
each starting the day with to-dos.
Me and mine work; the guest extra sleep.
Busy season sags, but in the background,
the trumpets of madness crescendo louder.
When the extra ends, she studies. Because
commencement draws near and masters await.
A deserved celebration for four years
done in three, but mainly for the coming
grind - expertise attempted by few
The acceptance announced days prior.
Sushi. Sushi. and Sushi. a favorite
A banquet; of her I’m proud
Nine to five. But actually eight to four.
Meanwhile, because classes shift the other days,
Exploring the city: Ivers, Sculp’ures, and Pikes, oh my
capped by an aimless adventure; where is the car
Finally, reconvene for dinner.
Groceries as an excuse for under-priced hotdogs
at the store which requires allegiance.
Later new girl with two girls plus brownies
still dairy free.
My guest, my longest lasting friend,
my closest kin,
she leaves.
(thinking to myself) Maybe I should visit her.
Time together priceless, can’t overstate; plus good to reciprocate
Title: My sister comes for the weekend
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Title: The second poem in a two-poem blog post
I wish I had more time
I’d write, read, and Prime.
I’d finish all my desired to-dos; it’d be sweet
But unfortunately this blog post remains incomplete.
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As a reminder, I’m looking for one last guest post to finish out the series. I’d be especially good now in the midst of busy season, since I have less time to
