Thursday, May 14, 2009

Tardiness for TOP

I don't know about you but I've been dry, dry, dry since the April poem marathon!


Tardiness
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I sat down to write a poem
then popped up to turn
the dishwasher on, instead.

I came back to the computer
then remembered that I wanted
to paint a journal page.

Afterwards, I poised my fingers
over the keyboard
and typed, “Tardiness”

then made the broken line
underneath. A ding
alerted me to new email

that I just had to check
right away. I noticed
that the ivy was drooping

so got up, again, this time
to water the plants. Finally,
here I am writing this non poem.

11 comments:

Tumblewords: said...

Laughing. A life in the day of a writer. I didn't do poemaday this year. Generally write each day - but words have gone underground now. Nice non-poem!

Wayne Pitchko said...

Nice one...."non poem" hmmm me thinks all of mine are "non" poems

Wayne Pitchko said...

Linda...Im also "non" computer guy...cud you please help me?...how the heck do I get the read write"badge" on my blog...and how do I hyperlink? Thanks

Jeeves said...

Hahaha. This is nice. BTW, I simply love ur profile pic

anthonynorth said...

The poet's life disclosed. Enjoyable.

Andy Sewina said...

Love your interrpretation of a non-poem! here's mine: me po-non!

Erin Davis said...

Love the link to "Linda's Stuff." This is a perfect poem for me to read this week because I have been suffering from writer's block and procrastination!

Texas2Tennessee said...

How liberting...to write a poem about not writing a poem! Now why didn't I think of that?

Nicely done.

gautami tripathy said...

I did not sign up anywhere for napowrimo. But I did write one poem a day. I think Andy inspired me in a way.

You know I like non-poems, unpoems, poemettes, and half-a-poems!

irenet said...

haha, how do we eke out a poem, I like your non poem lots. I think prompts help and I'm going to try yours, thanks so much for leading.

paisley said...

we are the poets without words kind of like the island of broken toys.....

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