GloPoWriMo says, "...write a poem in which something big and something small come together."
Jeez. For some reason, the Muse ain't in the room today. I put this to my current companions—husband and best old friend since the 60s.
"What about a fart that fills an entire room?"
One of the helpful suggestions.
Doesn't even rhyme.
This poetry thing can be hard.
Of course it's stupid; it's poetry.
You've got a framework? You just need to hang the ornaments, right?
I should do a catalogue of Linda faces.
I have to rejoin the conversation. Here is my poem.
|Wish I was here!|
small town metropolis
quail's egg sourdough toast
mountain climber look up, look up
Earth a tiny universe
golf ball green
word all this, all this, all this