So yesterday I was quite poetry-involved, even though I didn't post anything. I spent an hour talking about poetry with three classes of students via the Internet. Now, I'm not actually a teacher, so whenever I get into situations where I have to do something like that the obsessing about it I do is unbelievable! The hour was both long and short. It was very strange, babbling at my computer while not being able to see to whom I was babbling. So yeah, did that, then went to Nelson to drop off income tax stuff and visit my sisters, then home, cooked dinner, sat down to watch the National, and boom! Woke up at eleven just long enough to go to bed and was just too tired to start writing anything. (The being tired like that is a natural result of the aforementioned obsessing).
But it's another day. Actually, it's almost eleven—again—but at least I'm conscious, so here goes today's effort.
The prompt, via the always interesting NaPoWriMo, is "to write a poem that involves an urgent journey and an important message. It could historical, mythical, entirely fictional, or memoir-ical."
And I got nothing!
An urgent journey? AND and important message?
Why is all I can think of to do with having to pee? Is there is message there?
LOCO AT THE LOO
Why is when the line is long
it never seems to move?
If I were rich I'd add a row
of special seats to prove
how kind and generous I am,
how thoughtful and perceptive,
but be aware if there's a line
you'll suffer my invective.
So there. Historical, mythical, entirely fictional, or memoir-ical? You decide.