For instance, earlier this year, I went to a coffee shop for the sole purpose of writing serious poetry. As I sat there thinking, I decided a warm-up poem might be in order. Now, I didn't end up writing anything profound that evening, but the warm-up poem turned out pretty fun! Here it is:
Has Anyone Seen a Muse?
It took me 15 minutes to drive here.
I chose a table that doesn’t wobble;
bought a flatbread and chai.
I spent ten dollars and change –
plus the gas –
and I’m in jeans instead of pajamas.
Now, Brain, I command you:
It better be good…
On a related note, here's a super-short bit of fluff* that I wrote way back in my college days:
The Writing Process Gone Bad
As I take up my pen
My thought leaves again!
I'm trying to get into the habit of writing poetry more often, so when Mom and I went to Barnes and Noble yesterday, I decided to write something fun. My sister-in-law had been commenting about the fall colors, and Mom made a remark about the number of evergreens in the region, so naturally I decided to write about the trees. (I do love trees...)
There are trees that turn gold and trees that turn red
And trees that turn orange seem especially bold
Compared to the trees that turn brown and go limp -
Not possessing the evergreens' stiff upper lip
That bristles with needles instead of soft leaves -
The most stubborn trees that refuse to be wheedled
Into changing their hue just because of the frost,
And that's why at Christmas they're eagerly sought,
While all through the fall we ignore their persistence,
Beside the fierce beauty of the blazing deciduous.
*I mean, the title is almost as long as the poem!