Sometimes, there is nothing like a mundane task to set your mind at thinking. So as I was stripping paint this afternoon, I found my mind wandering, thinking of poetry and writing in general. I was thinking about why I write, and who it was that inspired me most. The obvious (and truthful) answer is my wife. She is my Muse. Bang - and then I suddenly remembered the film "The Muse" starring Sharon Stone and Albert Brooks (1999 for you film buffs). What? Stripping paint is very boring - I TOLD you my mind was wandering. In any case, I thought about one of the first times I was inspired to write something by another person. Her name was Julia, and she was a foreign student - Czech, I think - in one of my lit classes. I guess I sort of had a little crush on her for a while, though I never told her and nothing ever came of it. I think I wrote some very bad poetry in her honor, and I may even have it somewhere in the vault, I'm not sure. If I ever find it again, I might share it...if I don't think I'd die from shame by doing so. We'll have to see. Anyway, now you know a little about how my mind works, and for that, I humbly apologize. Let's have a poem.
Puppy Love
Up early. Damned ground is cold.
There was a frost last night,
and I'm out here, holding a leash.
Hurry up, dammit!
Why is she faster when she's inside than when she was out?
You started to go, and then, what - suddenly that spot's not good enough?
HURRY UP!
I can't feel my hands, and you're sniffing the grass.
You already sniffed there. It's the same scent it was three minutes ago.
Why is it so cold?
Just go already, please? Pretty please?
I'll do anything if you'll only do your business so I can get back inside the warm covers.
Oh, finally! There is a God!
Okay, are you good?
Yes, let's go inside.
Good girl.
No, I don't need kisses. It's too early.
No, I don't want to play. I want to sleep.
I need more sleep than you.
Because, if I don't sleep, I can't work.
If I don't work, I don't get paid and YOU don't eat.
So please LET ME SLEEP!!!
Thank you. now - just let me get comfy....
And the alarm rings.
Yep - today's Muse is the dog. She's a good dog, really...but there have been a lot of mornings like the one described above. Why not have some fun with poetry, huh? Thanks for reading.
The Fat Kid
1 comment:
This was fun to read. It was small, momentary and personal, with a departure from some of the normal stylistic choices you normally make. Not that there's anything wrong with past choices! There's also a lot more focused narrative. It felt good to laugh while reading, simply because those of us have been there before could easily relate, and the thoughts were smack on. Just wait until kids roll around!
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