Sunday, April 07, 2013



Another day, read most of another poetry book, forced child into bath, sent out eight poems to be rejected (check attitude! honestly!), made a beans and carrots thing for a family dinner in Nelson. Too tired to even attempt to talk about someone's book, so here's a little poem by me that was in the latest edition of Verse Afire, the tri-annual publication of the Ontario Poetry Society of which this BC girl is a proud member.

Today's poetry prompt from the NaPoWriMo site was to "write a poem in which each line except the last takes the form of a single, declarative sentence. Then, the final line should take the form of a question. With any luck, this will result in poems that have a sort of driving, reportorial tone, but with a powerful rhetorical finish. Let’s hope so, anyway!"

So this isn't exactly as ordered, and I'll be the first to admit it wasn't written today (although another one was), but tough titty, as we used to say. 

Bad Habits

I don’t follow instructions.
For example, when asked to write a poem
about a bad habit, I can’t think of one.
I procrastinate for a couple of days,
swear like a 14-year-old trying to impress
his brother’s friends, say I’m not going to
write at all, then pace the floor
I didn’t wash before my roommate
got home. I smoke one fag after another,
let ashes drop where the dog will walk
with his big wet feet and track them
all over the brand new carpet
I’m paying for on my credit card
which is so maxed-out
I no longer answer the phone
even though it might be a call for work
and if I miss three calls in a row
I go to the bottom of the list,
the rent will be late,
my roommate will kick me out,
who will walk the dog,
but how can I write about a bad habit
when I really haven’t got any?

Yeah, right. Over and out.


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