"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Poetry Doesn't Quarterback

Poetry doesn’t play well with football.
It prefers a glass of wine and silence
to bleed from, not a tackle or concussion.

I cannot Plath, Neruda, or Cummings
to beer commercials targeting testosterone.

There doesn’t seem to be a door
impenetrable to the noise or sturdy
enough to keep a cat from clawing opinions.

I’ll just add this to my list:
She wrote but didn’t create.

©Susie Clevenger 2017

Note: I watch football at times, but Monday night my muse and I couldn't take any more poor ball play from the Houston Texans quarterback or the noise as it continued to vibrate from the other room. Disclaimer: No husbands were harmed in the writing of this poem.

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11 comments :

brudberg said...

Ha.. love the nouns made verbs here... and I cannot stand football either (or soccer for that matter)...

Toni Spencer said...

Hah! I like that no husbands were harmed. It would be nice if poems and football could Eliot, or Dickinson, or Shakespeare. Now basketball....that's a poem on the court, especially college basketball. Professional basketball? POUF!

Sherry Marr said...

LOL. I love the disclaimer.........hard to write with noise going on. I have the same problem with the news on in the bachground.

Magaly Guerrero said...

I could spend all kinds of quality time with your second stanza. The two of us would sit in front of a window, she sipping wine and me passion fruit juice, and we would glare at unruly things while promising all kinds of suitable time to our pens.

MNL (Cactus Haiku) said...

I love this. Both humor and frustration bleeds through. Great line: "Poetry doesn’t play well with football."

And because I have a cat who suddenly wants to be petted when I want to be writing"
"There doesn’t seem to be a door
impenetrable to the noise or sturdy
enough to keep a cat from clawing opinions."

Vandana Sharma said...

In India cricket is the thing and here all the husband's watch it and then the wives cannot get to see their favorite programs and lol sometimes husbands do get hurt!!!

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Love this! Especially; "I cannot Plath, Neruda, or Cummings to beer commercials targeting testosterone." Beautifully executed.

WildChild47 said...

the muse demands what she demands - and certainly, she must be considered - like so many others, I love the humour in this - LOL - the disclaimer is priceless.

Jim said...

I smile as I read this, Susie. So many options invoking mesurmisatiom. I'll pick the cat here, by nature boored with the human's ways. Generally in my world the cat is the stealthy lady For her scratching she'll be let known her thoughts, in a 'cummings' style, dark and mysterious.
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Thotpurge said...

Love the disclaimer..and the "wrote but didn't create"... wish that wasn't often the case when I sit down to it!

kaykuala said...

Poetry doesn’t play well with football.
It prefers a glass of wine and silence
to bleed from, not a tackle or concussion

Your opening lines are classic, Susie! Poetry is more polished with no brawny episodes to worry about! Agreed!

Hank

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