[kami] some are fragments

Day 2,449, 22:06 • Published in Canada USA • by tword pete

several stumbled false starts
in search of something
beyond romantic angst…
(first, a chilling splash of White):
Simple autumn vignettes
of slip’n’slide and popsicles
purple-stained lips, little and laughing,
vicarious jollity and peace--
fleeting summer fragments
cradled in a soldier’s almanac:
“coldwar fever rising on ebolan heatwave,
cooled by high-pressure crash
to herald an early fall”
much too confusing, heady bullshit
would likely be a mess.

Next, tried out a limerick
(filthy poetry for kids):
“there was a player from erep
yadda so-and-so…buncha crap”
couldn’t get a rhyme rolling
on puns worth half a laugh.

Thought about a war epic
(pandering to homefield crowd)
bloody and valiant
no historical allusions,
just patriots and gore:
“down dusty steppe, roaring tanks
cannon-cleave the enemy ranks”
Such artifice and pride
better left to laureates,
those chest-thumping homers,
broken hectors eulogized.

Hoping for inspiration,
you listen to advice:
“write what you know”
or
“listen to your heart”
but when you do,
this is what you get.