Re: A Near-Dead Poem

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Sometimes
I really feel
Like my poetry
Has died

At least
For a while
But I can say
I tried

Truth is
I left it gasping
— my poor poem —
in the dirt.

I knew it was in trouble
I knew that it was hurt

“Git up”
I snarled meanly
And kicked it with my toe
When it didn’t move
I just turned to go
And leave it metaphorically
Lying the ground
But I covered it with corny rhymes
Hoping to ease the wound

Maybe it will recover
Miracles do happen
Time-rest-space may cure it
Meantime, I’ll stop my yappin’

A Trump Clerihew

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Donald J. Trump
You make me feel all humph
Draining the swamp means booting career-ies
Not those who don’t kiss your rear-y


I’m kind of doubting the given reasons for our president’s firing of James Comey.


I’m working my way through A Kick in the Head for a second time. Today’s poem: the clerihew.

A clerihew is a biographical poem that pokes fun at a celebrity. The poem consists of two rhyming couplets of unequal length, and the first line is always the subject’s name.

Poetry Struggles

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There once was a lad from Peru
Who wanted to write a haiku
But a limerick instead
Got stuck in his head
What was the poor boy to do?

A story of pursuing one poetic form, but a different one persisted.

My Rational Fear

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cat
sleeping peacefully
on my chair
danger lurks in blackness
— ticks


I know this is temporary. Tick season will end and I’ll stop rationally (or irrationally) imagining ticks crawling up my leg or walking across the back of my neck all the time.

Until then, because I know that the little black buggers hitch rides on my cat, I won’t sit in my chair while she sleeps across the chair back.

Working my way through A Kick in the Head. Today’s poetic form is the Cinquain. I chose to construct my 5 line poem like this: one word, two words, three words, four words, one word

Travel Plans

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Dvije kave, molim
That means, two coffees please
But now I’m not so sure, my friend –
I think you’d rather tea

(Chorus) Jednu kavu, jedan čaj
Sipping drinks ‘neath Croat sky
Two months from now
My friend and I

Have I mentioned I’m excited
To travel ’round the world?
To open up my heart and mind?
New cultures be unfurled!

Will Turkish coffee taste
Like the Kona that I brew?
Will the mountains look like Rockies
When they come into view?

Will I love the beaches
On the Dalmatian Coast?
Will I love the people?
Will I love them most?

(Chorus) Jednu kavu, jedan čaj
Sipping drinks ‘neath Croat sky
Two months from now
How time will fly!

The swirl of my excitement
Leading up to when I’ll roam
Is great, but even better
Will be when I get back home.

(Chorus) Jednu kavu, jedan čaj
Sipping drinks ‘neath Croat sky
The days will pass too fast
Then we’ll have to say good-bye

Jednu kavu, jedan čaj
Sipping drinks ‘neath Croat sky


Preparing for a summer trip to Croatia and Bosnia with a friend.

I’m calling this my ballad for round two of A Kick in the Head, because I can hear it as a song. Not quite a ballad…. but a song.