Description: Inspired by life and today’s Daily Prompt: Magnetic.
I get new things
When they’re old news
Technology, trends six months overdue
Modern marvels are standard fare
Before I dare
To roll the dice or break the ice
Harry Potter, Game of Thrones,
Cell phones, smart phones,
Weezer, fidget spinners,
Driving, wearable technology, about a thousand movies,
Facebook, Snapchat, (and all social media at that)
In some inbred dislike of popularity
A posh, misguided judgment stemming
From an unjustified sense of superiority
But in the end my resistance snaps like a rubber band
I can’t resist the magnetic pull
And I dive in
Late to the party
A Starbucks carrying straggler to destiny
That I actually end up enjoying
Lord knows this habit will one day be deadly
High tech gas masks that are #trending
Will send me out to the wilderness waiting
For radiation to take its toll
And pride to eat away my soul
Composed 4/14/16 Description: For Day 14 of NaPoWriMo. Can you believe it? I’m actually caught up! And I even have a poem stewing for tomorrow! Anyway.
Today I filled up the last page of my “creative” notebook: a small, lined book I usually carry around with me in order to scribble down ideas, lists, a few lines that pop into my head, or even complete poems.
This notebook became a way to write down and contain my ideas in an organized place; in other words, a way to avoid writing things down on “Scraps of Paper“: receipts, random loose-leaf, napkins, etc. (i.e. things that get lost easily). Usually these are first drafts that get transferred to a Word document where they’re edited and then (ta dah!) sent to you.
Anyway, I so rarely reach the end of any notebook that this is kind of a momentous occasion for me. The beginning of this notebook coincides pretty closely with my resurgence into writing and my beginning leap into poetry. Obviously, two-hundred-something poems later, it’s been a huge success.
So what do you do when you reach that last page? That thing that symbolizes so much time and hard work and even a new section of your life?
Well, you write an ode of sorts to it, naturally.
It’s taken awhile to get here
And I’ve seen too few of your kind
I hope to not disappoint
With these last few scribbled lines
It’s not the end
You’re more like a bookmark to me
This is only one small finale
The start of many beginnings
I feel good
You’ve given me so much pride
So thanks for the memories
Thanks for the ride
I guess this is goodbye then
I’ll move on to something else
But I’ll always hold you high
Up on my bookshelf
Composed 6/30/14 Description: For WDBWP’s poetry prompt Alphabet, in which we were to pick a letter from the alphabet and write a poem in which each word starts with that letter. It was stressed that they could (and likely would be) very silly; however, I ended up writing about something that, I think anyway, is pretty meaningful. In addition, I have been truly impressed with the length of some of these poems… but I thought my short one conveyed my meaning well enough. Hope you enjoy!
Peeking petunias pop
Pruning pride proceeding
Pompous, predominant poppies