Thursday, March 01, 2012

Off Meter Nostalgia

Can't see sunshine through the rain
as breath fogs up the glass.
why has life become so plain?
a dream too real to pass?

Mama took my Kodachrome away,
made me think all the world's a cloudy day.

I'd splash in puddles, throw the ball
But instead I work and write trite things:
"Imagine being small
With wings!"

Where have you gone  Joe Dimaggio?
Our nation turns its cataracts to you?

Press me while I wither,
stay a fossil from my time;
can't tell whether
it's sublime.

12 comments:

  1. I could read that last stanza all day. So there.

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  2. Where have you gone Joe Dimaggio?
    Our nation turns its cataracts to you?

    True that!!

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    1. Yeah, it says something about being old and forlorn I thought.

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  3. Perfect title. Cracked me up. Probably wasn't supposed to, but it did :)

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    1. Oh, well, it was supposed to be a little funny. After all, I'm a funny guy ;-)

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  4. This one is really good. And the off-meterness of it all actually improves it a lot. I don't think this poem would be the same with a regular meter.

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    1. Thanks :-) I'm glad it worked for what it is.

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  5. Ben I like the fact that you havent changed your music collection, this chick has such a moving voice. Never trite, maybe trivial but not trite;-)

    gotta say that last line trivial was a joke, just needed a t word that would work:-)

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    1. She is really good at taking simple things and making them fantastic.

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  6. You are a genius. Cracked me up. I vote sublime. For sure. xo

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