My mind is a very literal thing. Sometimes that’s a very hard thing to work
around. When something I type isn’t
true, I get stuck. When writing a poem,
that press to make every word true and honest sometimes makes the whole poem
ring false.
The poor Geezer is truly a lump. He did well driving Lessa’s new, graduation
gift mattress from a friend up from here to her house. We both hope she now can sleep a little
better. If comfort will ease PTSD, this
gift will. Then he came home and
slept. He slept all night and is still
sleeping.
What isn’t true? The
second stanza. No soup here. Yes, the cups glasses are a stacking up on
counter tops. No soup. I wonder if I should remove that stanza just
because of the soup?
What’s
That
It’s
yesterday’s magazines
and
yesterday’s nose blowers
trailing
yesterday’s fly swatter
and
yesterday’s sterile wipes.
Cups,
glasses, and plates
stack
on counters
on
surfaces as I pass by
carrying
another cup of soup.
Will
today bring the same pile
of
detritus, of leftover bits
and
pieces all wrapped around
your
today’s common cold?
Oh, can't you substitute some other therapeutic comfort food that is a part of your arsenal? That stanza helps create the reality of the irritating, aggravating, energy-sucking common cold.
ReplyDeleteThat's so odd that only LC has left a note. I'll try it and see.....
ReplyDeleteI'm no poet but I would take out the word detritus. I can tell you like it.
ReplyDeleteColds are a misery, so is the flu.
Aggrevating, energy-sucking you.
Words taken partially from Linda above. Dianne
PS I love limericks.
how about "a cup of something"....
ReplyDeleteHope the cold goes away soon....
how about "a cup of something"....
ReplyDeleteHope the cold goes away soon....
I envy people who can sleep like that.
ReplyDeleteNo, don't remove it. I vote for keeping it. Sorry about the cold. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that we can stay healthy this spring.
ReplyDeleteI don't know how to pronounce it.
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