The Day I Fell in Love
by me!
The day I fell in love
there was a rainbow
of frogs
drunkenly
croaking
In the corridors of heaven
there was the sound
of angels
sneezing
God was tied up
for hours
blessing them
In America
the stock market crashed
into a tree
DUI the papers said
But you don't believe
everything you read
do you?
The day I fell in love
the freshness dates for milk
retreated to yesterday
making orphans of peanut butter sandwiches
Couples became distant and cold
you could only see them at certain times of the year
with the Hubble telescope
Bored children played
Monopoly and hop-scotch and tag
on interstate highways just when it was getting dark
upper case became Lower case
sentences ran wild and
the streets, were littered, with unnecessary commas
And somewhere, locked in a room underneath the Vatican,
Jesus read The DaVinci Code
and laughed
The day I fell in love
I looked around, took two Advil,
and apologized
They could not hear me
over the sound of
laws passing
in the night
They had to make sure
I did not fall in love
ever again
posted by David @ 9:15 AM
5 Comments:
English-Teacher-Must-Critique-Brilliant-Poem------
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Double :)
I can't write out all of my thoughts here in a comment. I must email that. But the short version (I have short versions? ha) is: Holy Crap, Batman! That was incredible. I am not just kissing your ass. I am serious. :)
Mr. Manatee,
Why are you not published, sir?
The juxtaposition of heaven and earth is exceptional; you are the master of imagery. I am having a difficult time deciphoring my favorite lines. I think the orphaned pb sandiwches tops the list, and I love the word play on bored children playing a board game. Only masters of poetry can allude to comma splices in a poem. :) More, more, more poems! You get an A+, David!
Cheers,
Ms. K
PS I eat my peanut butter sandwiches with bananas. Mmmmm.
Marty: Aw, I always loved getting smiley faces on my papers! :) Thanks for the very kind words.
Amy:
And thank you too for the encouraging feedback! Like I tell everyone, I am a shameless comma whore and I use them, unnecessairly.
PB & Bananas sounds scrumptious. Isn't that an Elvis family dish?
Within my heart, and in my hand, there lies a true, and tried, comma splicer. :)
Yes, the pb and bananas is an Elvis dish! The only difference is that he loved them fried.
Mmmmmm.
You should write a poem about a sandwich. See Pablo Neruda's Odes (i.e. Ode to a Tomato). They are favorites of mine!
Thanks Shan! I haven't read any Neruda...yet! But it's definitely on my radar... I'll start scouring the used book shops around here and see what I can find.
:)
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