1 post tagged “magnetic poetry”

Today I was putzing around on Craigslist, and found a poem posted to the "strictly platonic" section.  It was okay, neither here nor there in terms of "goodness", but it was one of those depressing poems, and the placement ratcheted up the angst level on the poem quite a bit.

I was commenting on this to my friend, M, and we got to talking.  She said she wished she could write anything poetic right now, "drivel or not".  My response was to go buy and play with some magnetic poetry.  Upon finding out she already had some, and wasn't using it, I told her I'd start her with something and she'd do it.  "Drivel or not."

In the end, we each agreed to give each other five random words from our respective stashes of magnetic words.  We would then take 20 minutes, our magnetic poetry and ourselves and come up with "something."

I can't post her stuff, but I have decided that since this blog is dedicated to my writings, and mostly the processes, I will post mine here.

The words she gave me were: Picture, Fiddle, Peach, Rip and Enormous.

This is the resulting work, in basically first draft form.  I did some editing on the fly as writing it, but nothing beyond the 20 minutes of work.

That drunk never did shine.

It’s too bad.

He once made a romantic picture

With that fine Georgia Peach.

Played the fiddle somethin’ fierce.

You’da thought an ocean of sound covered you.

Reckon that’s why

She fell

For him.

Too bad she caught him.

At a bawdy house, actually.

Her temper was enormous.

He tried to play it off

“A man’s lust”

Crushed all her romantic notions.

Well, right then an’ there

She ripped his dreams to shreds.

Busted up that ol’ fiddle,

Stormed outta the door.

Left him melancholy

With a goblet

And his lust.

No, that drunkard.

He never did shine.

But once.

He was sober.