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25 years, 20 days - Bad day for writing
by Jason WardellIt’s a bad day for writing.
The sun’s out, but there’s
a whisper of autumn in
the breeze, cool and
gently playing with the
lightly yellowing leaves
in the trees
and the girls
smile under parasols,
hair falling over glasses,
a friendly give and take,
so I sequester myself
between pages of books.
But the sun follows me
across town, dropping
hints of cardamom and
jasmine in through the
vents, livening conversation
between new friends
and old loves,
a child takes a bite from
a piece of cake as large
as his smile, and the room
resounds with a human
music in jubilation, but
it’s my teeth that ache,
and headphones won’t take
that song from my head.
I want a good day, a storm,
hailstones in the street,
bitter coffee grounds
force-fed to the writers
grinning in the cold,
until we write manic,
churning out anguish
the way we’re supposed to.
But the sun’s out today.
Everyone’s happy
and no good ever came of that. 08/27/2009 Posted on 08/27/2009
Copyright © 2024 Jason Wardell
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Cassandra Leigh on 08/28/09 at 03:24 AM this is awesome. especially the last 3 stanzas. your imagery is so rich.
and i know exactly what you mean, too. storms write the best poetry. |
| Posted by Jo Halliday on 08/29/09 at 03:53 AM A lovely smelling warmth from this, thanks. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/02/09 at 04:34 PM Nice, light, teasing tone to this and loved these lines - "bitter coffee grounds
force-fed to the writers
grinning in the cold,"
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