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.
Real Toads ~ Tuesday Platform
Comments
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."
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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