It is my attempt this weekend to write some poetry that is neither depressing nor sappy. When I brought my collection thus far to class, I realized that a lot of my poetry is a little too much on the dark side. Now, this is necessary because of the topic of my book. But I feel like I need to write some more positive poems. Both for my own sanity and to balance out the book.
So here's one I actually wrote as a joke with John one night last year. I fixed it up a little bit. I don't know yet if I want to take it to class. It was meant to be a bit of a joke, after all, between me and John. So I don't know if it will have the desired effect outside of this computer room.
Crickets: Size 12 Font
There are nights we do nothing but sit
and listen to the crickets living above
the garage door—their songs a stone pit.
There are nights we do nothing but sit
and wait for Hit me with some Hot
Hot Joey Love to echo through the walls
There are nights we do nothing but sit
and listen to the crickets living above.
2 comments:
Poems too on the dark side, eh? That makes me think back to my Freshman year of college. I had a writing course and we had to submit a writing, poem/etc each week. I took some poetry I had written back in high school when I didn't have anything new. The professor was convinced that I was suffering from depression and told me about halfway through the semester that she would make sure I got through the course if I agreed to make an appointment with Psych Services. I called them, but never went. I ended the class with a B. If I can find my poetry somewhere maybe I'll put it up online somewhere. I know I have some hard copies around somewhere, but I think I lost all the soft copies.
I like it, I think you should bring it to workshop
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