Well I have to admit that I am less impressed with this years performance on my own part. Though the poems I am impressed with I'm more impressed with that last year. I got a new phone today and a few other things happened, but as always is the case during finals time, I find I'm simply too exhausted mentally when I get home to really dig into them like a proper blog should.
Loopyness may fair well for poetry writing. At least I hope so. I'm six behind at this moment. Time to write!
21: Lacking Inspiration
I won't do it
I can't
I won't write another poem
about writing poems
is my mind so blank?
my day so dull?
My muse must have been up all night
drinking
listen to the garble she whispers
in my ears
i should be inspired by my surroundings
and they should encompass more than a screen
22: Token of Love
the dried and dead flowers
still sit on the mantel
where they'll stay until you buy me new
you say it is wrong and disgusting
but i like the way they age and flake
a little different every day
23: The Sound of Us
I wonder at the sound of us
our sighs and shouts and thumps
the book you dropped
the door I slammed
our cats galloping down the hall
what neighbors must think
of our contrasting music
that sneaks beneath the door
or how we laugh for no good reason
without tv or radio to aide our fun
the sound of shower water
splashing
the crazy things we yell
the dropping of the soap
the sloshing on the floor
the clanking of our pots and pans
and the banging cabinets that never seal
the crinkle of the garbage bag
and crack of old pizza boxes and plastic take out tubs
how we groan over sour milk
and yell about smoke and windows
and vacuuming the floor
I wonder at the sound of us
when no one's near to hear
a gentle snore
a pleasant whistle
a rustle in the sheets
how suddenly loud the brushing back of hair
but most of all
I wonder at the sound of
whispers
the ones we place in each other's ears
as if not even we can hear
Loopyness may fair well for poetry writing. At least I hope so. I'm six behind at this moment. Time to write!
21: Lacking Inspiration
I won't do it
I can't
I won't write another poem
about writing poems
is my mind so blank?
my day so dull?
My muse must have been up all night
drinking
listen to the garble she whispers
in my ears
i should be inspired by my surroundings
and they should encompass more than a screen
22: Token of Love
the dried and dead flowers
still sit on the mantel
where they'll stay until you buy me new
you say it is wrong and disgusting
but i like the way they age and flake
a little different every day
23: The Sound of Us
I wonder at the sound of us
our sighs and shouts and thumps
the book you dropped
the door I slammed
our cats galloping down the hall
what neighbors must think
of our contrasting music
that sneaks beneath the door
or how we laugh for no good reason
without tv or radio to aide our fun
the sound of shower water
splashing
the crazy things we yell
the dropping of the soap
the sloshing on the floor
the clanking of our pots and pans
and the banging cabinets that never seal
the crinkle of the garbage bag
and crack of old pizza boxes and plastic take out tubs
how we groan over sour milk
and yell about smoke and windows
and vacuuming the floor
I wonder at the sound of us
when no one's near to hear
a gentle snore
a pleasant whistle
a rustle in the sheets
how suddenly loud the brushing back of hair
but most of all
I wonder at the sound of
whispers
the ones we place in each other's ears
as if not even we can hear
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