This first one comes from a dialogue I tend to have with myself on occasion. Yeah, I talk to myself.
My Heart is Broken
One:
The pain in my chest is more than I can bear-
Oh, why this blasted eternal ache?
No God, this life is never fair
If my heart only continues to break.
Two:
Wait, what?
Your heart is broken? you must be dead
Your logical fallacies are hurting my head.
A heart cannot be broken, as you say
but after it stops it can rot and decay.
If rot and decay this moment do beset
then I hope, dear one, your mind is cleared of all regrets.
For soon your thoughts will be no more.
Which will spare us who think your whinings a bore.
This second poem came about when my professor asked me to freewrite about the word "death-marked." Naturally I thought of Muppet Treasure Island and began rhyming from there.
Death-Marked
Upon my brow, I swore there lied
A funny mark thereon that tied
My life to death, quite ominously
Man and woman, both, avoided me.
Don't worry, I know they're weak sauce. I'm taking a poetry writing class in the fall, that should help.
I think you're off to a great start with your poetry, Ashlee! Practice, practice, practice.
ReplyDeleteAshlee! I'm glad we're now facebook friends, so I could find your blog too! Yay for blogging :) Mine's jordanlee1989.blogspot.com
ReplyDeleteashlee draper, i miss thee.
ReplyDeleteAshlee... I love you. Part Two was my favorite. Beautiful. I'll have to tap you for my poetry needs should they arise in my novels. I hate when it's obvious that the authors have written the poetry...
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