Bethany Goad and I started a braided poetry exchage (like I do has Meg, like Joel has with Rob, like they got the idea from Jim Harrison and Ted Kooser). She wrote a poem about tuna fish. I write one about
AN IMPRESSION OF CHILDHOOD
In my early childhood,
Chicken of the sea was all I'd eat.
The name disguised the fins in feathers,
That's probably why.
A cartoon mermaid graced the can
Another, the silver screen,
To my horror: Her face matched
The fins she'd sacrificed, when
Served palace seafood.
She had a nice voice.
I wanted that voice,
Those breasts, that face.
My tolerance for seafood
Washed away with the seafoam
Mr. Anderson originally wrote
As the mermaid's doom.
When Disney dumbed down the ending
For family audiences.
In my early adulthood, I find
The voice shrill, the breasts fake,
The face cliche for the company,
And seafood delicious.
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The other poem I wrote was based on her wonderful line, "All ideas plagarized somehow." :
ORIGINAL THOUGHT
tell me an orginal
thought I'd tell you
about surprise: wit and
poetry: words
sewn and strung,
pulled, dunked and
hung out to dry on
the tip of my lips.
my lips are thin
my tongue, burnt
on boiled thoughts,
seeped and brewed
chewed to mush,
pulp: an unborn child
shall remain hushed in
search of an original soul.
in the beginning there was
the word and the word
was original and the rest
is xeroxed. I'll take the xerox
if it's a copy of the Original.
3 comments:
i can't tell which one is silly... i like them both... but you know, i'm secretly in love with ariel, oops! guess it's not a secret anymore. please don't xerox this comment... was xerox and egyptian pharoh? you'd know if you were an egyptologist!
Your poems are very nice, but as your editor I must tell you, it's Andersen, not Anderson, and also that the titular little mermaid escapes a sea foamy end (presumably because her heart is pure) and is instead transformed into a "daughter of the air" where by her job is to do good deeds. And every night she must fly through the room of a child and if the child is good and a joy to his/her parents she is one day closer to heaven but if the child is wicked another day is added to her trial. So be good kiddies. Hey you can't make this stuff up.
again, i like these poems... when are you going to post your poem about cinderella... key words: musky and husky
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