Excuses and poetry
Thing is, I KEPT meaning to update this journal so many times the last few months but there comes a time when procrastination sort of snowballs out of control? It becomes a habit! Why is there not a Should LJ-update Anonymous Group?
That said. I've been writing poetry for my creative writing class. Thus I have been strangely productive recently. Here's today's gem of ... twisty words. It's insane, it's crazy, it continues my trend of Magic meets world. It's a sestina~
It happened when I saw your yard, Madam.
Your flamingo nested just so in fresh dug
petunias! Since I don't do Ash Wednesdays
how could I pass your whitewashed door
when such antiques grow here. Then my wild hair
struck. As you have clearly good taste in silver
door bell fixtures (real tarnished silver!)
lawn ornaments and fences and blooms, madam,
please partake of my backpack. Splitting hairs
is what I do best -- let me see -- digging --
By the way, hello! I live next door.
My wife and I moved in this Wednesday.
Found it. Trash collection is this Wednesday
really? Well waste not, want not, find silver
as they say. Truely. I am not a door
to door salesman sent to rob you, madam,
of body, soul or credit card. And dig
as you please - Conditioner for perm hair?
Apologies if I am in your hair
but consider! Reflect on the Wednesday
Adams action figure in your palm or dig --
further? Many things for free, not silver
coin. I wouldn't ask for money, madam,
because I do not like to sell door to door
at noon, because sunlight cuts through the door
through my sunglasses, and blinds me by a hair.
My wife and I were cleaning house, madam.
We separated on a Wednesday
last month but made up weeks ago, in silver
rain. How romantic it was, just digging
up the memories. Oh let me dig,
give you: night vision goggles for indoors,
moonshine, pens, paper, ingots of silver
still wrapped in plastic under the sheep hair
and herbal candles to delight Wednesday's
woebegone nose. And did you know, madam
that if you dig deep enough and find hair
on your garden fence door, why, on Wednesday
a silver werewolf can play nice, madam.
p.s. <3s You guys at Shodai. So much.
p.s.s. Double <3s Kitty for threatening dire death if I would not join.
That said. I've been writing poetry for my creative writing class. Thus I have been strangely productive recently. Here's today's gem of ... twisty words. It's insane, it's crazy, it continues my trend of Magic meets world. It's a sestina~
It happened when I saw your yard, Madam.
Your flamingo nested just so in fresh dug
petunias! Since I don't do Ash Wednesdays
how could I pass your whitewashed door
when such antiques grow here. Then my wild hair
struck. As you have clearly good taste in silver
door bell fixtures (real tarnished silver!)
lawn ornaments and fences and blooms, madam,
please partake of my backpack. Splitting hairs
is what I do best -- let me see -- digging --
By the way, hello! I live next door.
My wife and I moved in this Wednesday.
Found it. Trash collection is this Wednesday
really? Well waste not, want not, find silver
as they say. Truely. I am not a door
to door salesman sent to rob you, madam,
of body, soul or credit card. And dig
as you please - Conditioner for perm hair?
Apologies if I am in your hair
but consider! Reflect on the Wednesday
Adams action figure in your palm or dig --
further? Many things for free, not silver
coin. I wouldn't ask for money, madam,
because I do not like to sell door to door
at noon, because sunlight cuts through the door
through my sunglasses, and blinds me by a hair.
My wife and I were cleaning house, madam.
We separated on a Wednesday
last month but made up weeks ago, in silver
rain. How romantic it was, just digging
up the memories. Oh let me dig,
give you: night vision goggles for indoors,
moonshine, pens, paper, ingots of silver
still wrapped in plastic under the sheep hair
and herbal candles to delight Wednesday's
woebegone nose. And did you know, madam
that if you dig deep enough and find hair
on your garden fence door, why, on Wednesday
a silver werewolf can play nice, madam.
p.s. <3s You guys at Shodai. So much.
p.s.s. Double <3s Kitty for threatening dire death if I would not join.