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From randomwordgenerator.com
How are we all doing this evening?
I am not at all sure of the backstory for
today’s poem. It’s a woman talking in my head, though. It would appear she has some issues with her companion…!
My muse/subconscious wrote it while the kids made so much noise all the way through my 15 minute window (they were having an argument – hubby was mediating) that I couldn’t think!
Print Meet Remark Trial Justify Cucumber Penalty Audience Slide
The pungent print on my fingers
As they meet multiple numbers;
I am looking for a name I’ll maybe use.
I hear you remark, reminiscing of a time
When this writing was not a tiring trial,
But a jaunt I didn’t need to justify.
I look over at your plate and see
The sandwich, cuts of cucumber, and
Suddenly feel rage, as you stare over my shoulder.
The penalty you celebrate seems petty somehow,
And I blank out all the audience around us;
Stand up slowly.
Voice a-quivering, I want to stop the slither,
But I slide into infinities
Of abusive, half-thought words.
Garbled green
I wrote it in a different line pattern than I have settled on above (see my notebook page), and I have also tweaked the punctuation accordingly. I have left the words as they were written in the 15 minutes, however.
I actually like this poem, the alliteration appeals.
Hubby said “I don’t know what it means either, but it’s definitely poetic” 😉
What do you think is going on with the characters? Answers in a comment, please!
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