Write a series of ten short poems. You only have three minutes to write each one; each one must be three lines. Begin each one with a title that you choose from something your eye falls on.
Picture
I am cracking your bones over my knee
because I need tinder
to keep this fire burning.
Guitar
I’m not very good
But I keep plucking
those strings.
Sweater
I hold
What used to hold you
Since you went away.
Mr. Coffee
I feed you water and beans -
You feed me mornings in bed.
A fair give-and-take.
Bed
There’s pajama fuzz, crusted drool, and stray hair
in there:
A kind of stew of me.
Giant Coffee Mug
Oh, Phoenix of my Flatware:
Today you’re a teacup, yesterday you were a bowl of soup
Tonight you’ll be born again in the drying rack.
Bookcase
I just realized
All my shelves come in threes;
What would Freud say?
Air Conditioner
You look cold
In your towel and duct tape.
Winter just isn’t your season.
License Plate
Do you brag to the books
That you used to “be someone”
Before you became apartment décor?
Chair
Nubby, chubby, sprung in the middle
Little feet, big arms, ugly-pattern pillow
Craigslist find – meet my behind.
Picture
I am cracking your bones over my knee
because I need tinder
to keep this fire burning.
Guitar
I’m not very good
But I keep plucking
those strings.
Sweater
I hold
What used to hold you
Since you went away.
Mr. Coffee
I feed you water and beans -
You feed me mornings in bed.
A fair give-and-take.
Bed
There’s pajama fuzz, crusted drool, and stray hair
in there:
A kind of stew of me.
Giant Coffee Mug
Oh, Phoenix of my Flatware:
Today you’re a teacup, yesterday you were a bowl of soup
Tonight you’ll be born again in the drying rack.
Bookcase
I just realized
All my shelves come in threes;
What would Freud say?
Air Conditioner
You look cold
In your towel and duct tape.
Winter just isn’t your season.
License Plate
Do you brag to the books
That you used to “be someone”
Before you became apartment décor?
Chair
Nubby, chubby, sprung in the middle
Little feet, big arms, ugly-pattern pillow
Craigslist find – meet my behind.
2 comments:
I love this! I want a bad poetry tag on my blog too, it's a license to do anything at all.
And this isn't bad poetry.
Go: To Ikea
Buy: A cheap wooden frame
Frame: the poem Picture
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