For today’s prompt, write an in medias res poem.
In medias res means in the middle of the narrative.
Or think of it as starting in the middle of the story
instead of at the very beginning or very end.
Like at lunch time or half way through eating your soup.
The Futility of Excuse
Confessions of four
the morning after
The sleepover...
Because
it was
Halloween
because
it was
Krispy Kreme
It was easy to eat
three or four
Because
They were airy
It didn't feel scary
to devour
a dozen
or more.
***
Confessions of a Housewife...
I wasn't going to
but the afternoon
was gold and blue
and the wind was
mischievous
and flirty
So I stayed outside
and therefore
that is why
the windows
and floors
are still dirty
***
Confessions of Concession
I wasn't going to
but then
I walked, smack-dab
into a pen
It looked at me
so pitifully
I couldn't just
walk by,
could I?
For in a pen
trembles, hidden
A veritable
world
We'd never see
If everyone
just used a pen
for things like
trigo-
nometry
So when
that pen
with silent plea
looked up
at me
what could I do
but try to free
the agony
of poetry
hidden
from view
© Janet Martin
Oh Janet, you make me laugh! What a gift to be able to set rhythm and rhyme to one's confessions!
ReplyDelete<3 thank-you Sherri. ;-)
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