I tried mincing garlic today,
but the pieces were uneven.
I know you’d frown if you saw them,
all scattered, ungainly, askew.
But the pieces were uneven—
(maybe right from the beginning)
all scattered, ungainly, askew.
I tried ignoring all the signs.
Maybe right from the beginning
My eyes should have been wide open.
I tried ignoring all the signs,
but they blurred in the heat of my thoughts.
I tried mincing garlic today.
My eyes should have been wide open,
but they blurred in the heat of my thoughts.
I know you’d frown if you saw them.
I know we already talked in our writing group, but I wanted to reiterate my love of your parallelism and the blending of micro/macro motifs. You have, once again, inspired me to create a poem of my own, this time as a pontoon. When (If?) I do, I will be sure to share. Looking forward to reading more!
ReplyDeleteWhat an intriguing and provocative poem, Jessica. I have many thoughts and questions (and the offhanded humor-oriented comment regarding vampires)... but I do not wish to comment openly here. Perhaps I shall engage you in some dialogue tomorrow?
ReplyDeleteUntil then, stay away from all things bowling and mathematically related.