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Anyway



If I write a pome
that starts out
say
with dishes and doing them
and all things mundane
and grows or whines
and ambles around
throwing in articles
and phrases profound

it probably
foreshadows
you probably expect
for the last line to repeat
where I started at

convention, ok, an example?
extant
like show me
don't tell me
why talk about that

anyway?

Because pomes come
when I play Kyodai
or xBox my time away
wasting, and why
does it nag at my head
'til I write it down
Why wake up with whole
pomes wanting to sound
outloud in the world
become my most sought
after pome at events
where my peers are all not.

All the different ways
that pomes get writ
whether I want them or not
(no control over it)
I can play writing games
and pretend to not be
but the words will come anyway
see bee and we
or CBGB?
and I think about
lost
causes, and dreams,
and the children forgot.

Write them all down, to prove to myself
that I've done something whether
successful or not
to you, or the world
who expect great things
to the sisters who kept
asking when? Are you famous?

I tried to live up to
expectations, all mine,
and my mother's, and the band's
and the artist's I found
while playing at
poetry, and art
and a wiz
at none of it,
it's made up, all,
just like this.

You want a pome
there, I gave you one.
It's a pome about poems
and wanting to do one.
Why rhyme? doesn't matter,
conventions,
I fall
into categories sometimes
except when I don't

call
me a poet, or whatever word comes
make a living, how?
no one's buying this stuff
I can't help myself
and it's been 31

days since any
single
dish has got done.

(see? :)

Date: 2008-05-13 01:09 am (UTC)
redbird: closeup of me drinking tea (Default)
From: [personal profile] redbird
Dishes or no, it's good to see you here again, and thinking about what you do.

Date: 2008-05-13 05:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tamiam.livejournal.com
Hey. Nice to CU2. Glad you survived your surgery (I've been catching up).

Date: 2008-05-13 02:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wild-patience.livejournal.com
Yes, what redbird said.

Date: 2008-05-13 05:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tamiam.livejournal.com
I don't really post anymore, but poems keep getting writ. Nice 2CU2. I like the pose of the icon.

Date: 2008-05-13 05:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] athenais.livejournal.com
I like the music and rhythm in this so much. And I really like the words. It makes me want to sing it aloud.

Date: 2008-05-13 05:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tamiam.livejournal.com
I'll sing it. Soon. I've been playing a little again, and I'd like to actually hear some of these that are really songs. I'll be sure you hear it when it's done. Actually, harmony is always good. Maybe I should arrange it and you could sing, too! Hah! We'll talk.

Love it!

Date: 2008-05-13 09:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] euterpe35.livejournal.com
(oh and the drive-by poetry icon, too... vroom! POME!)

Re: Love it!

Date: 2008-05-14 05:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tamiam.livejournal.com
Hello. (fast grrls notice icons like that. I like the colors, and I feel there is movement in my life, though maybe not that fast :)

Date: 2008-05-14 05:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maryread.livejournal.com
I like. Is a song? Is a hip-hop aesthetic? I'm hearing it that way because of the rhymes. It's rubbing off on me. Am I easily influenced.

I've been thinking a lot lately about how things have value even if not in dollars. Money seems like the only measure sometimes and it makes me mad how many of my friends get sad when they measure themselves that way. And I too. What can we bid for your poem. Besides egoboo.

Date: 2008-05-14 05:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tamiam.livejournal.com
I know naught of hip-hop. Yes, this is a song. And I'm clearing out things so I can set up recording again so I can capture it. OK. I can dance to hip-hop and I could speak-sing this, so maybe there is an aesthetic there.

I'm not working for the moment, again, and am metaphysically trying to figure out why what I think I want to do seems to be blocked, as though someone or something 'out there' were discouraging me from computers and other things I love but don't point in any direction that I can see. Clearly. I really don't want to end up being a shaman in the middle of Siberia. But I don't want to deny gifts as they come from the universe and that's a whole other train. Of thought.

I'm rambling today. It's interesting that on the day I did an I-Ching with three pennies and a tarot reading on myself, wondering if I really believed in them, that you posted your Oracle thing.

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