Today was the first day of a writing class I'm taking. I've needed this. It's my excuse to write when I feel like I don't have time to write. Our first prompt today (of four) was to complete the thought "on my way here I was thinking..." or "I'm taking this class because..."
Here's what I came up with:
On my way here I was thinking
but then the rain pattered on my nose
and I chilled -
Hands in pockets, but no: These pants have too-small pockets
so I took them out and clasped them.
On my way here I was thinking, but then
I walked into one of those bathroom conversations
- the ones women have loudly over stall doors when no one else is looking.
They were talking about "Mickey" and wondering if the name meant he was gay.
They were young, and trendy enough to be confused
by "the car with the bling painted on it" that they could see in the parking lot outside.
On my way here I was thinking
but then I passed my lover on his way up the road,
and now my lips smell like beard oil,
and it's very distracting.
~~~
I'm sharing this over at the imaginary garden's Tuesday platform, too.
*In case you're wondering, the bling-bedecked car is one of our local art cars. It's a thing.
Here's what I came up with:
On my way here I was thinking
but then the rain pattered on my nose
and I chilled -
Hands in pockets, but no: These pants have too-small pockets
so I took them out and clasped them.
On my way here I was thinking, but then
I walked into one of those bathroom conversations
- the ones women have loudly over stall doors when no one else is looking.
They were talking about "Mickey" and wondering if the name meant he was gay.
They were young, and trendy enough to be confused
by "the car with the bling painted on it" that they could see in the parking lot outside.
On my way here I was thinking
but then I passed my lover on his way up the road,
and now my lips smell like beard oil,
and it's very distracting.
~~~
I'm sharing this over at the imaginary garden's Tuesday platform, too.
*In case you're wondering, the bling-bedecked car is one of our local art cars. It's a thing.
cool link. keenly observed, and good line breaks ~
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
DeleteI like this.. sometimes keeping the thoughts together when we are constantly drenched in distractions is so hard.. and meeting an old lover must be one of the worst.
ReplyDeleteIn this case, meeting my lover was the best ;)
DeleteBut yes, this is about how my days go - a whole lot of good intentions to do some solid thinking/writing, foiled by a whole lot of distractions, for better or worse.
Interesting... from your intro I expected "on my way here, I was thinking about..." but you didn't go there, instead, the thinking itself was foiled each time. I like it. Not that this kind of thing ever happens to me, ahem.
ReplyDeleteOf course not! lol
DeleteHaha! Clever and wonderful. I often attempt thinking on such eventful journeys. Love the end.
ReplyDeleteThanks!
Deletea lovely "distracted" poem :)
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