Hello, hello – it’s National Poetry Day … well according to this Twitter hashtag it is.
No, I am definitely not a poet. BUT to celebrate this completely legitimate holiday, I figured I’d share two poems that I wrote in high school for my creative writing class. Yes, I still have them saved ….
I wrote poems about my ear fetish and eating a bag of potato chips (go figure.) I’m not very good at poetry – absolutely love reading it, but I don’t have the poem creative bone. Shockingly enough though, my ear fetish poem was a huge hit — I just re-read it though, and it’s kind of …. weird. You’ll see.
Fetish
She crawls into the big bed,
Gets hold of something soft,
Something she can’t let go-
The ear of her mother.
She can never take hold of her own ear,
It is simply not good enough.
At night while the TV favors news and sports,
She sits on her fathers lap,
Thumb in mouth, hand on his ear.
And today when friends say,
“Look how nice his eyes are!”
She’s looking at his ears.
I honestly though my ear fetish was normal up until about 5 minutes ago. HA. Let’s move on to the potato chips…
Epiphany
Into the bag her hand goes,
Chips rustle, salty sensation,
Newly formed grease stains.
She loves what she is eating,
Until she realizes,
Tomorrow’s snack will be different.
Even that poem is kind of weird…but hey, it’s about potato chips, so it’s definitely a winner in my book.
You’re welcome for the beautiful poetry! Hide your ears & potato chips.
Talk Writing To me 