Lately when Poetry Friday comes around, I find myself scrambling for something to post. Then, just as I decide that it's okay to skip a week, inspiration strikes. Here's a little poem that came to me last night as I was drifting off to sleep. I know it probably seems amateurish to share a poem that's really only in it's infancy, but I like getting early drafts out there. Sometimes the feedback I get helps when I edit it later down the road, sometimes it just helps to see it up there on the screen. Plus, I like reading earlier drafts of poems- it gives the final product more life. So without further ado:
Peas
by John Mutford
"These peas taste fine,"
thought Mendel, returning
from another
laborious day at work.
Returning from
another laborious day
at work, Mendel thinks
"These peas taste fine."
5 comments:
Now this -- is hilarious. Very clever, and you just thought of it going to sleep!?
Very clever indeed, although I had to google for a reminder about Mendel in order to completely appreciate it. And I'm so glad I did, because it really is a terrific idea/draft.
I love many of the poems/ideas that come to me as I'm drifting off to sleep - glad to know I'm not the only one who write poems during that half-consciousness.
Always trust those gifts that come in that moment before sleep. The trick is remembering them in the morning. Or making yourself NOT fall asleep and writing them down right away. That's why naps work so well---you can go under for 10 minutes and get the same state of consciousness right before or just after.
Being a science geek, I know Mendel, and his everlasting peas. I never thought of using his work as the bones of a poem, though. How cool.
This poem is really rather brilliant! I've never really thought about what would have happened HAD Mendel eaten the peas instead of genotyping them. Lovely.
Now this is my type of poem! After I nearly fell out of my chair LOL, I was impressed with your cleverness. You a poet and you know it!
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