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Friday, May 14, 2010

I'm Not a Poet and Boy Do I Know It!

I don’t talk about my work situation much because there isn’t much to talk about. I’ve been unemployed since September. Lately though, things are getting bad. Really bad. How do I know? I’ll tell you how I know. I know because last night, … last night, … last night, I … I wrote a poem.

Sure I’m Writer Girl! I write this blog. I write another blog. I write web text. I write press releases. I write newsletters. I write screenplays. I write manuals. I write in my journal. I write. It’s what I do. What I don’t do is poetry.

You know the poetry that angst-ridden, drama-filled, my-world-is-coming-to-an-end-because-Justin-texted-Brittany-and-not-me-even-though-Kim-told-Kevin-to-tell-Justin-that-I-liked-him, teenaged girls write. That’s what my poetry sounds like. I wrote my first God-awful poem at the angst-ridden, drama-filled age of 13 and my poetry hasn’t improved one iota since then.

But there I was, last night, writing poetry. At least this time, I wasn’t trying to rhyme everything. When I try to rhyme, I end up with the kind of greeting card text that Morticia Adams would write. Now, it’s worse because it’s rambling free-flowing verse that is just horrid.

The worst part is that I saved it. Now I can go back to it later and relieve the horror that only my poetry can provide.

Next time, I’ll just have a drink.

Labels: Foot In Mouth, Me, Writing

posted by SDC @ 2:50 PM

1 Comments:

At May 27, 2010 at 11:38 AM, Diva's Thoughts said…

Drinking makes everything better.