I am not a skinny person.
I’ve been told I have one inside me.
This is a wee bit scary.
If I do, he is a very bad skinny person.
He is the voice inside my head.
The voice says, “That pie looks tasty.”
Evil, evil skinny person.
You should go to Weight Watchers, not me.
It took years of whining but Mom finally got me a pony.
It was my best birthday ever.
I named my new pony “Steve.”
I combed him and walked him.
I put feed out for him.
I said, “Let’s eat, Steve!”
Then, I tried to look in his mouth.
I had never seen a pony’s teeth.
Steve bit me. Ouch.
I hope Steve is not rabid.
It was really dark in the bar that night.
There was a loud cover band.
They sucked.
I saw her from the corner of my eye.
She looked like a Princess.
She was doing 18 knots in heavy seas.
I was full of oil and she had a buffet on her Lido deck.
This was a doomed relationship from the start.
It’s Hard
to write something meaningful
when you’ve been trained to think in bullet points.
Sometimes, bullet points aren’t enough.
There’s no emotion, for example.
Sometimes, there’s no meaning.
But those are the bad bullet points.
A poem in bullet points would be strange.
So, don’t do that.
And, stop thinking in bullet points.
It’s why nothing good comes out of meetings.
So, there’s a National Novel Writing Month (NaNoMo) which I knew about. I’ve actually been on the mailing list for years, but while I have the first paragraph of my novel done, I’ve never progressed beyond that. Sad. I restart every year. It’s a fictional biography based on my life. Apparently, I haven’t done enough interesting to get beyond the first paragraph.
Today, I found out April is National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo.) One poem a day for a month. That, perhaps, I can do. Especially since it doesn’t have to be a good poem.
A poem is either a song without music, or it’s prose that isn’t very prose-like. How hard can that be?
While some poems have rules (like sonnets and haiku), most don’t. In fact, you can call almost anything a poem, since there don’t appear to be any poem police anywhere.
So, follow Blind John Ellsworth this month and see if I can actually produce a poem a day. It should be interesting. One is done. How hard can the rest be?
Unfiltered Thoughts 