[Disclaimer: Though I consider myself reasonably intelligent, I do not claim to be, nor aspire to be, intellectual. With that said, here goes nothin'.]
I’ve always liked poetry. I enjoy Robert Frost, and use his “two roads diverged into a wood, and I–I took the one less traveled…” as a signature line on some message boards I visit. I like Sara Teasdale, ever since I discovered her while in high school. I could name some other poets I like but I won’t take the time right now.
What I realize now is that I AM a poet! I just whipped this one out, inspired by the dramatic reading of her own poem yesterday at the inauguration by Elizabeth Alexander. I think it was haiku, or, maybe….ku-ku. Or is that spelled cuckoo? Well, at any rate, I’d like to share my poem, and please, when you read it aloud to your friends and family, as I know you will, read it very slow, and very dramatically, with a big pause at the end of each row. So, without further ado, I present you with…….
A….Poem…..By…..A…….Pup
A pup, (pause here a little)
Walks….(pause)
On the edge…(pause, don’t forget to be very articulate)
Of the creek…(pause a little longer here)
He lowers….(you know what to do–pause)
His head….(yeah, yeah)
He laps…..(this poetry writing takes forever)
He drinks…..(OK, OK)
And walks away….(can’t take much more of this)
From the edge…..(big pause here, maybe even heave a big sigh)
Of the creek……(now go see where all your family disappeared to while you were reading them this)
I mean no disrespect to Ms. Alexander, but I’m sure it comes off that way. Sorry, I just couldn’t help it.
You just have to laugh sometimes.
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Oh pup…I am rolling in the floor! You are too much…and yes…you truly are a poet.
Love this! Still laughing! I can’t say I’m an enthusiastic reader of poetry but there are a few that I’ve enjoyed over the years and they are nothing like the poem that was presented at the Inauguration yesterday. Listening to that just made me wonder, “what in the world is this and why is it good? Was this the very best that we could do?”
Thanks guys. By the time she was almost through with it, we were in the midst of one of those giggling fits. You know the kind, like when you were a teenager in church, and couldn’t laugh, but you always got tickled over something. We fortunately were in our own home and could laugh out loud if we needed to, but the feeling was the same.
Like I said, an intellectual, not!