Poets Who Don’t Know It
But, what follows is a wonderful example. It is an ingenious piece of poetry that was published by a friend of mine to his blog. It wasn’t intended as poetry, but that’s what it is. It is immensely poetic, and he doesn’t even realize it. It’s wonderful. I wish I would have written it. Chew on this: (The line breaks are mine, along with some very, very light editing.)
Friday and rain,
sort of depressing
there are worms dieing for no reason
I think I killed like 10
while going out to the car this morning
worms suck and they stink
I wonder what goes through their mind
as they cross driveways -
going from lawn to lawn
and, what was wrong with the lawn they were in?
- W. T.
(Author’s name withheld, just because I’m not sure if he’d want it published or not.)
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