Write Week 5 Day 7
Jalál (Glory), 3 Nur (Light), 165 B.E. – Saturday, June 7, 2008 about 4:25 PM PDT
Write week 5 Day 7 I have not posted since Day 2 (June 2). I have written in my pen and paper journal, but I have not posted anything to any of my blogs. I have on excuse. My writing has consisted of poems.
I came up with the idea for a list poem on Friday. It is a list love poem (that is the working title I wrote in my pen and paper journal). It is not a bitter love poem (I usually write bitter love poems). Here is what I have so far ...
You are the pearl in oyster;
the chocolate in my coffee;
the grape jelly on my hot cakes;
You are the gas in my Harley-Davidson;
the rhyme and meter in my poems;
you are the prayer in my chapel;
the gold in my mine;
the Wild Cherry in my Pepsi;
the French vanilla ice cream on my rhubarb pie;
you are the split pea in my soup;
the mushroom in my pasta sauce;
you are the bacon in my BLT;
the onion on my liver;
the laughter to my jokes;
the spots on my Dalmatian ...
Please note I have neither a Harley-Davidson nor a Dalmatian, all though if I had a choice I would take the Harley-Davidson. My only explanation for the food references in the poem is that I was hungry at the time. I really have to start eating more for breakfast then coffee.
Write week 5 Day 7 I have not posted since Day 2 (June 2). I have written in my pen and paper journal, but I have not posted anything to any of my blogs. I have on excuse. My writing has consisted of poems.
I came up with the idea for a list poem on Friday. It is a list love poem (that is the working title I wrote in my pen and paper journal). It is not a bitter love poem (I usually write bitter love poems). Here is what I have so far ...
List Love Poem
You are the pearl in oyster;
the chocolate in my coffee;
the grape jelly on my hot cakes;
(I want to write a poem that tells exactly how I feel about you.)
You are the gas in my Harley-Davidson;
the rhyme and meter in my poems;
you are the prayer in my chapel;
the gold in my mine;
the Wild Cherry in my Pepsi;
the French vanilla ice cream on my rhubarb pie;
you are the split pea in my soup;
the mushroom in my pasta sauce;
you are the bacon in my BLT;
the onion on my liver;
the laughter to my jokes;
the spots on my Dalmatian ...
Please note I have neither a Harley-Davidson nor a Dalmatian, all though if I had a choice I would take the Harley-Davidson. My only explanation for the food references in the poem is that I was hungry at the time. I really have to start eating more for breakfast then coffee.
Labels: list poem, poems, Write Week
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