Words and Soap
Recently, I ran out of soap while taking a shower. That’s a bummer, because you think you can accomplish one thing (getting clean), yet you manage to fail at it. I guess the soapy water I rinsed the bottle out with counted as soap. But that isn’t what this post is about. It is, interestingly enough, random poem time. Bad poetry is extremely easy. Good poetry is extremely difficult. I’ll settle for middling here.
When she says “I’m tired”
She doesn’t mean her eyelids
Are heavy with sleepWhen he says “I’m alright”
He can’t mean that
All is wellPeople lie to themselves, to one another
Without tryingSocial stigmas frame emotions
Dictate disclosure
Why should they care?Yet the ones who do
They are who we look for
Who we will find
Nothing profound here, but thank you for obliging my casual efforts in getting my rusty wordsmith wheels rolling once more. Extemporaneous poetry should probably be an oxymoron.
Comments
The King
That is a good poem. Here is another poem that might make you laugh, or not. It is by Jim Gaffigan:
Dreams dreams dreams, Boy do I got a lot of dreams, Thats a good poem
Also, one quick question, will there be a collection of tumbledry poems published at some point?
John T F Larson
All of his poetry is published, on this napkin.