messy poem

let’s avoid allusions
& pretentiousness

I want to write poetry
that rolls in the mud

& is happy
sleeping in sun
on the windowsill

or drinking in rain
like the thirsty dirt
I so want to make pies of

yes, let’s not
pretend to be clever

& instead
bite into this world
like a ripe melon

then rub the juice
all over our faces

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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12 Responses to messy poem

  1. Rhonda says:

    What fun! Lets!

  2. great poem!
    Yes, Let our voices sing our souls
    let our measured metres translate the heat and intensity within
    or melt away should they fail,
    let our poetry the become the windows
    through which the warm springs
    welling up within us gush and flow out!

    Such passion in your voice and in your songs – reminds me of the joy and energy of children playing and screaming and sliding in the mud during tropical rains – as a child I sang and danced in such rains and enjoyed the laughter of the skies as they reeled off peals and peals of thunder!

  3. sonofwalt says:

    I’m in! Good stuff. A little Whitman and a little Collins in there. I like.

  4. I was smiling the entire time I wrote this, and laughing while I read it….

  5. unfinishedpractice says:

    I like where this is going. I see a dog, a cat, a child, then a toddler enjoying dirty. I would like to see a little more of a thread to pull them together. As it is though good fun.

    • You see it–the thread holding them all together is a huge, yummy mess 🙂

      Where else do you think I could take it–curious–because if I could make it fun with a punch…. Even better

      • unfinishedpractice says:

        Not sure. Maybe instead of describing the dog, cat, etc from the outside do it from their perspectives. Although that may just be a rabbit hole.

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