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i find myself stressed
over the idea of poems
and such.
i find myself irritated
over the car being towed
with no reason
being stranded doesn’t make me
smile.
i find myself stewing
debt
cat litter needs changing
i’m fat
i find myself grinding teeth
and smoking far too much
poetry is beyond me
beyond my thought process
beyond my knowledge of how to craft
words
it's torture
i struggle and
my insides heave
in the midst of
a dry birth
it's done.
over the idea of poems
and such.
i find myself irritated
over the car being towed
with no reason
being stranded doesn’t make me
smile.
i find myself stewing
debt
cat litter needs changing
i’m fat
i find myself grinding teeth
and smoking far too much
poetry is beyond me
beyond my thought process
beyond my knowledge of how to craft
words
it's torture
i struggle and
my insides heave
in the midst of
a dry birth
it's done.
well, i accomplished a poem... and, yes (with the exception of the car being towed wrongfully!) it's fiction.
I liked the sounds of this piece: whether stressed or stewed, in debt or fat, your ear shows perfect pitch.
ReplyDeleteYou are in a bad way! Never mind, your situation makes for a good poem.
ReplyDeleteThough it may feel like torture, quin, it turned out to be an excellent poem! I've lived/live this poem myself... ~sneaky little positive thoughts are coming your way!~
ReplyDeleteYou describe your position very poetically. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteThat looked and read like poetry to me. :)
ReplyDeleteYet you did it...lovely poem! You expressed your emotions very well.
ReplyDeleteWhy does it seem like some weeks really are like that - there is absolutely nothing good. Why can't I put those weeks into something like this? When I am in the pit I usually kill someone off in a flash fiction :)
ReplyDeleteqb: I love your title, and this little beauty of a stanza is sublime:
ReplyDeletepoetry is beyond me
beyond my thought process
beyond my knowledge of how to craft
words
because that's exactly where poetry resides: beyond thought process and knowledge of how to craft...
Well, lookee here. Stress, irritation, life crashing down, and yet...and yet a poem...
ReplyDeleteExquisite torture portrayed, Q : )
This poetry is so nice. From no poetry to spinning this wonderful one. Enjoyed it
ReplyDeletehmm.
ReplyDeletewell.
I was going to say you are not alone...but I didn't get my car towed away...
ReplyDeleteI wasn't going to say anything, because I wanted to see what would happen next, but your last two posts were both poetry. "friday" reads like a strung-out form of haiku and "teacher" breaks so naturally into verse that I actually did it and almost emailed it to you. It's just rhythm and invention, Q, both of which you have in spades....
ReplyDelete...and you accomplished it very well !
ReplyDeleteAn excellent poem. It may have been torture to write, but it was delightful to read.
ReplyDeleteVery well expressed. I found that the "poetry is beyond me" stanza was the one that, for me, had the strongest poetic rhythmm of the whole piece - which made me smile. ;-)
ReplyDeleteYou definitely accomplished a great poem. I loved it! It definitely summed up a few feelings I felt over the weekend.
ReplyDeletewhat a great "poem"....to me a poem is just random thoughts anyway. I remember this really embarrassing-slash-humiliating experience in first year university around poetry. I was in an English class and we were going through Norton's Anthology of Poetry. I was asked to interpret that day's poem. Apparently, my interpretation was wrong. WRONG?!?!? How could my take on something so subjective be WRONG?!?! There are some really scary English teacher's out there that *%#& with the beauty of words and the experience they lend....
ReplyDeleteI was frustrated by the end of this poem, so I guess that's a good thing. I don't often enjoy frustration, but I enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteThis inspired me to write my own poem...to which you contributed! Thank you for your words. They give strength to push past the blockage!
ReplyDeleteyou took me for a ride from emotion to emotion. thank you :)
ReplyDeletePhew and you dint even knew that you were in the midst of a great poem.
ReplyDeletereally a Fresh style of writing dear.
Liked it.
I am sorry my baby
~Harsha
Poetry, to me, is speaking from the heart. All the rest of that poetic nonsense... rhyme scheme, structure, so on... just a matter of taste, really. You seem to be talking from an emotional place, whether real or imagined, so kudos to you, and thanks for sharing.
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