April 5th Poems
Today’s prompt: write a poem of worry. Also known as a worry poem. Anything that causes you worry can be used to help you write this poem. For instance, are you worried about clowns? Because I know I am. Write a poem about your worry of clowns.
Time
Will I ever get everything done?
My list is long
of things to do.
It overflows from day to day
and runs me down everywhere
no matter what I say.
I want to get everything done.
But for every item
I check off,
I add two or three or more.
It’s a never-ending battle
and a terribly crushing bore.
–Candace
Lost
I worry about you, Old Friend, your
hard breathing and dulled eyes, you
always have been a sad-looking
dog, only back then your tail betrayed you.
Someone mentioned labs don’t live
long, “only ten years” and I’ve
been on a Death Watch ever
since, last fall you gave me quite a
scare while revising a ‘Nam vet’s
memoir and when I got to the place where
his two buddies stepped on a land
mine, you went missing–of all the times to go
missing–scared off by my brother shooting claybirds
across the field, nevermind your breed is
known for hunting, I searched the
farm for you then, phoned around, called
after you repeatedly, my sixth sense told me
this was it and I sobbed until my ribs ached, resigned,
we had become, in a matter of hours, to you never
returning, until later that night, I heard the familiar
paw-padding on the front steps, we rushed
to open the door, you were home, but still
I kept crying, for a reason I can only explain as
Death, too fresh on my mind.
–Amy
(worry)
“WHAT? ME WORRY?”
“What? Me worry?”
I always loved that line from
Mad Magazine.
Alfred E. Newman,
He of the lop-sided grin and
Big ears.
“What? Me worry?”
Worry? Why worry?
What’s going to happen
if I don’t worry?
Will things turn inside out?
This insane world is still going to be insane.
People will live.
People will die.
I am living.
I will die.
And I’m supposed to worry?
Why?
April 11th, 2008 at 5:11 am