Here are four poems I wrote, spur-of-the-moment, for my Creative Writing class under Don Pagusara.
Writer's Block
A pen immobile
Its well, thought full, actually dry
You squeeze a stone
Lo and behold -- Blood! as promised
You look, only to find
It's from the gash on your hand.
In the Company of Strangers
You know them by their shoes:
Puma, Adidas, Rockport, Havaianas
You know them by their pants:
Levi's, Lee, Bunny, BNY
You know them by their shirts:
Penshoppe, Polo, Lacoste, and Bench,
But you do not know them by their faces:
Your eyes never rose that high.
Shock
Eeek!
What is that rat
Doing on my bed?
Market Day
On this pleasant Sunday morning
the curse of Babel comes undone
We all speak the same language
Shekels, pesos, dollars, and yen
Up the temple steps with our doves
then follows the smelly oxen cart
Let's stack our coins into towers
--higher! higher! higher!--
to stab at our Lord's heart
shouldn't
ReplyDelete"Its well, thought full, actually dry"
be:
"Its well, though full, actually dry"
Sorry, in a proofreading mood.
:-)
No, Roy, "thought full" is correct. I intended it as a (triple) play on words:
ReplyDeleteYou thought it was full.
Your thoughts are full.
In a thoughtful mood.
"Though full" wouldn't work (as far as I can see, anyway) as it faces a logical contradiction. The well can't be full and dry at the same time.
Oh, hm. Well my initial interpretation was that while the inkwell was full of ink, it was really dry in the sense that no words could flow from it. (thus "writer's block")
ReplyDeleteAnyway, poetry is filled with logical contraditons :-).