Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Puting Off The Poem


today the clouds mumbled my thoughts

of azure blue and boredom

no sky after it disapeared

until i napped after noon

the cayenne didn't stay after i sneezed

and the pumpkin seeds lost their power

but still showed kindness

then holding the pickle jar with frog

hearing the chimes delight the breeze

i forged ahead of the birds and song

for their is no rest for the seasons

to look for the emory board of grit

searching for the edge of my nails

and repeating i shall not kill

shall not kill

shall not kill

until i write this poem

5 comments:

Elizabeth said...

I especially like the first line of this: "today the clouds mumbled my thoughts of azure blue and boredom."

Mary Stebbins Taitt said...

Ditto Elizabeth! Yup yup, good lines.

Nice painting, too!

AnOminous Mistake said...

Uber-dramatic, and biblical. This procrastination is going too far!
BTW a little typo on line 11, should be: 'there' is no rest for the seasons.

Lori said...

LOL LOVED the repeating "thou shalt not kill!"

http://lori102870.blogspot.com/2009/04/procrastinationnapowrimo-15by-tlb.html

January said...

Yes, loved the ending "thou shalt not kill."