Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Lit Terms for Dummies - Internal Conflict

"To be, or not to be: that is the question." - Hamlet

I came up with this idea after witnessing a rather entertaining scene while brushing my teeth. Internal Conflict came to mind immediately. 

(A Bathroom in our Household)
Enter two sisters.
YOUNGER SISTER: Oh my god. What is that? Shelley, there's a bump on my forehead. What IS it? [squinting] Is it a pimple? A wart? Oh my god, it's a pimple. How do I get rid of it? I want to poke it... should I poke it?
OLDER SISTER: Don't poke it.
YOUNGER SISTER: If I poke it it will get worse. Should I pop it?
OLDER SISTER: Don't pop it.
YOUNGER SISTER: No... I shouldn't. Don't touch it, don't poke it, don't pop it, just walk away... But how do I walk away from my own forehead? [pained expression] Don't poke, don't poke, don't poke. I WANT TO POKE IT SO MUCH! BUT I CAN'T!

 To poke, or not to poke...
 THAT is the question.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Ode to a Sandwich

O delectable baguette!
In a bite, your hard exterior betrays a warm and airy heart;
Your perfectly browned and crackled crust
Reveals your delightfully delicate flesh -
O pure and tender meat!
O sweet and gentle fruit!
O heaven of taste!

A very quick very random poem from the prompt, "tell a story in the form of a love letter." I realized I've been using capital letters a lot recently in my titles. At first I thought all lower-case looked better - softer, somehow - but sometimes you just need caps.

I would like to redo this one day and polish it a more... maybe put it in sonnet form... but chances are slim that I'll find the time, especially for the likes of iambic pentameter! (O elusive meter who doth always escape me!)

Saturday, April 20, 2013


springtime pairs wander
in green and secluded glades
scattered with puddles

Lollipop Biker Boy

Lollipop Biker Boy,
Sugar prep lollipop boy
Thought you were smoking a cigarette
But sweetness suits you better.

Cute boy with your canvas boat shoes,
You're lucky because it rained this morning but it's stopped now
And you're dressed for the weather.

My Adonis-like Lollipop Boy,
If you would only slow down and pull over,
Lean over and,
With one foot on the curb, not losing your balance,
Stop me on the sidewalk,
You'd kiss me on the mouth
And your lips would taste sweet...

Friday, April 5, 2013

you know,...

You know, what makes me hate a rainy day the most is the sanguinary tang of it - the stifling sting of metal and the emptied, sucked-out carcasses of worms leftover from a pitiful dawn.

Shostakovich - a poem in code