So, this post is coming a bit late. But to mark the occasion, I attempted to write a poem for the first time since high school, I believe. I mean, I've done jokey acrostic poems at parties (this is what my friends and I do at parties... as part of activity packets... best not to go into detail on that) but nothing where I actually put some effort in.
But, it's National Poetry Day. And I like poems. Though I find them terribly intimidating to write. But fear stops you doing any number of worthwhile things. So here goes.
Shuffle, Shuffle, Skip
Songward, ho, my friend
crystalize each little rip
into jeweled moments—
frozen and hanging—
as anticipation and meaning
and regret
backpedal, backpedal
shuffle, shuffle, skip
a mad dance
for a mad time
with so little time
to be mad
Onward, forward, resend?
Trivialize each intent
into soundbite memory—
flaccid and hanging—
as nothing and no one
and who cares
backpedal, backpedal
shuffle, shuffle, skip
a mad dance
for a mad time
with so little time
to be had
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