Because I feel like celebrating, I’m posting a poem today, even though I have a policy of not doing that because no one seems to be able to definitively say whether or not blog-posting a poem makes it published.
However, in light of Poetry West’s recent victory, I just can’t help it. So, here, for your reading pleasure, is a real live actual poem written by me. This poem happened a couple of years ago during a 15-minute workshop exercise in which we were told to write a poem about Alice in Wonderland. When I read it to the participants during the discussion phase, it received a lot of laughs and a smattering of applause. I take that to mean that the poem was a success. And now I give it to you.
Alice: A Modern Epilogue
And so Alice made it up and out
and immediately began to shout
and chatter on of disturbing dreams,
of rabbits white, of crazy queens.
She drove her mother to distraction,
forced her, finally, into action.
To the doctor, she took poor Alice
who, unaware of any malice,
prattled on of moments big and small,
and would have told her stories all,
but the doctor stopped her at the Cheshire’s grin
and pumped her full of Ritalin.
Copyright 2008, RegularMom
So, there you have it. A poem. By me. On my blog. You should write one and post it on your blog now. Or write one and post here in the comments if you don’t currently have a blog. That way, I won’t feel like such a dork.
You’re not gonna leave me hanging here in cyberspace feeling dorky are you?
uh, I don’t think you’re a dork. I like your poem. I’m going to read it to my kids and everything. Maybe it’ll spark a whole unit of study about Lewis Carroll and Alice and so on.
I haven’t written a poem in years.
I used up all my creativity in the last post. I’m all out. Tapped completely. However…I LOVE your poem…can I quote this on MY blog. Does that sorta count? I will try to come up with something. I haven’t REALLy written good poems in years, either. You know what? It’s time to re explore that side of myself. It may not be pretty. But it would definitely be HEALTHY.
At this time, the best I could do would be a dirty limerick. And while there are those who believe limericks are the epitome of poetry, I am not one of them.
I liked yours, though.
Blogless though I be
I’d like to write some poetry
In support of my dear sister
Whose poem is so cute I’d kiss her
However as you can see
My muse is fast asleep.
xo
RegSis
*** totally snapping fingers*** Isn’t that applause during a poetry reading? It’s what they did on the movie So I Married an Axe Murderer…
I love your poem and so happy to read one of yours. You talked so much of poetry and I never saw poems, I was beginning to think you were a tease
I am kidding, I understand the whole publication/copyright questions concerning blogs. I’m too lazy to care, but I am glad people are out there that do. They can figure out all the hard stuff and let me know.
Thanks everyone. And great poems, too!
Well, this almost wraps up the whole nasty incident. Except for the requisite number of I’M A SORE LOSER SO I’M GONNA KEEP THIS GOING AS LONG AS POSSIBLE slew of emails that are coming in now from Former President Fruitcake. Right now he’s refusing to hand over the PO Box keys and other property unless all his detailed requirements are met for a successful hand-off (in a neutral public location).
His long list of requirements reads like a kidnappers ransom note on speed in a lost episode of 24. You’d think he was an FBI agent working undercover in the poetry community. And his sting operation went horribly wrong and his Exit Strategy Team took off for the Bahamas for the week, and he’s just trying to get out alive.