Posted by Happyflower on April 1, 2008, at 17:37:38
I have been writing a lot over the last 3 months, partly because it was a class for me, but partly because it is helping with my emotions about my past. Here is a poem I wrote about my childhood. It is getting published this week, which is my first, so I am so excited (well as much as I can feel being depressed. So I wanted to share it with you all since I am not up to conversations right now. I hope you like it.
Shipshewana Daze
Driving through her famous hometown
Those rural unforgotten smells
Reminds her of Ernie the straw-
Hatted Amish Pavarotti
Bellowing out dissonant
Dutch operas as his horse drawn
Cow plop salad shooter feeds the
Turned over corn stalk stumps black muck.
That summer she was taught how to
Pick ripe ears of Honey and Cream.
Finger indented kernel bursts
Its milky white seed impressing
Dazzled tourists as she sold
Bakers dozens for a dollar.
That summer Orva fell out of
The silo leaving twelve children
Fatherless and Di Blatt authorless.
Hundreds of buggies like a New York
Traffic jam rutted dirt roads deep
Made a jackhammer bike ride home.
Vegetable stand remained closed
Out of respect for the neighbors grief.
Orgasmically sweet cantaloupe
Her bonus for a job well done.
The summer when she turned thirteen
If only I had a time machine!
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