this poem got up on the wrong side of the bed

..
this poem
is a lost soul, waiting
to be chased; a loose tongue
that can not erase
the things it’s said.

this poem wanted to be in
-digo, until i stained it
slightly unblushed pink.
i think it’s mad, but
it’s hard to tell.

this poem is a spell
without a witch, which
ticks it off so much it just
might twitch its own damn
nose and make you
all dis
-appear.

this poem is a smear, a
smudge, a too-small aching
nudge toward something
greater than all this
stupid
skin.

this poem knows
how to begin, but never
where to end.

it’s a fair-weathered un
-feathered friend, a hopeghost
bird with only a small strain
of song.

this poem is empty,
full
of longing,
………loss
and lies.

to love the poem,
you must release it, crease
it in two. hope
……….it flies.

 

 

..
prompted by poets united

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17 Responses to this poem got up on the wrong side of the bed

  1. This poem
    is an absolutely perfect
    delightful
    response to the prompt
    and it made me smile!

  2. aria onyx says:

    Oh, so much love:

    “feathered friend, a hopeghost
    bird with only a small strain”

    “to love the poem,
    you must release it, crease
    it in two. hope”

  3. X says:

    nudge toward something
    greater than all this
    stupid
    skin.

    Something more than what we are,
    i like that – and your personifications
    of the poem being pissed off made me
    chuckle as well.

  4. Jennifer G. Knoblock says:

    I love the whole thing but was especially delighted by these lines:
    “…hopeghost/bird with only a small strain/of song.”

  5. Sanaa Rizvi says:

    This is lovely – such longing in this poem 😀
    Well penned 😀

  6. susan says:

    Haha! And let’s crease the paper and let them fly! Some are harder to clothe than other little ones … they are running naked on the lawn before we catch them. I especially like the indigo turned to pink.

  7. Helen says:

    ~~ and fly it does .. It soars.

  8. ihatepoetry says:

    This poem is your baby, this poem is you. This poem is perfect, as is.

  9. oldegg says:

    I take a notebook to bed with me just in case thoughts like these come at an unexpected hour! Well done!

  10. Mary says:

    Indeed, some poems do know where to begin but not where to end. Yours is not one of those poems. It knew exactly where to begin and where to end. And — your poem is one that ‘flies.’

  11. 🙂 This poem is great! Despite its attitude! I’m sure it will fly on its own, that’s for sure!

  12. De, would you please email me at wildwoman2@shaw.ca ? I cant find an email address for you. Thanks, kiddo.

  13. Sumana Roy says:

    this is one of my favorite forms and you nailed it…such a delightful poem!!!

  14. Myrna says:

    I love this. I think this poem is so serious but laced in humor. This poem tells the truth. Great write!

  15. My heart hurts…so much resonates with me and the closing…is perfect, just perfect. I’ve missed you, de. ♥

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