It's Fun to Be Bad (At Least Where Poetry is Concerned)

Warning! Wear Safety Goggles When Reading This Post!!!

It’s not that I haven’t been

motiv
ated.

It’s not that I don’t care.

I've been
busy
D
I
P
P
I
N
G
my hands into
an assortment of

act
iv
it
ies

many for my
kids,
some for me,

including

writing
bad poetry.

It’s terrible! No, not my introductory poem (although that is too) … what I’m talking about is how long it’s been since I’ve posted. Time is running after me like a steam roller with no brakes. I didn't know how to get out of the way until I figured out all I have to do is jump to the side!

Anyway, Robert Lee Brewer suggested on his Poetic Asides blog that, due to technical difficulties, participants post poems for April’s PAD Challenge (write a poem a day for the month of April) on their own blogs.

Before I go any further, I will admit that I haven’t yet written a poem a day. I’ve made it about a third of the way through. My point being that I don’t know how many I will post here. But, enough of my rambling … here goes … I’m only posting one for now. *gulp*

Here is the assignment description for this particular poem, “For today's prompt, pick a tool, make that the title of your poem, and write your poem.”

Awl

She got to the point.

I heard her say,
“Why don’t you come
over here
and help me,
you awl?”

But the awl just sat there, lifeless.

Placing one finger on its
rod, she
explained,
“It’s a little
hard
asking for help
from something that goes
against
my life
philosophy.”

She sat still for
a moment, but then
stabbed
the silence once
more.

“After awl,
poking holes into the
skin of dead
animals is about as much
fun to me
as eating them,”
she
choked,
piercing her teeth
into her
veggie
burger.



And that, my friends, is ALL (no, this line is not part of the poem).

Have a lovely Earth Day!!!