poets not welcomed at the Country Club

 

poets not welcomed at the Country Club

 

 

 

splash the page with garrulous gerunds

it's the "ing" of Things

 

subjects, objects

parallel universes

we all live in a prepositional state

 

going down, up, into, on

and then out

 

i prefer poeming 

to golfing,

and i don't have to worry about tee times

 

just the placing

of my gerunds

any time

within the "ing" of Things...

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

9/7/2020 

Reviews

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Poeming is a lovely word there. It feels as nice as it reads. No wonder you love it better than golfing and it can be done in our pjs with no bother about tees. And rhyming is double fun. So its a win win situation for poets!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and we don't lose any golf balls while writing, maybe some ball points.
thank you, Dhara,
read moreand we don't lose any golf balls while writing, maybe some ball points.
thank you, Dhara,
j.

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

My pleasure always, my friend.

[Papaya]

I had to look that word up too.
I prefer poems to golf too but you never struck me as one for rhyming
:)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i usually am not one for rhyming, but if the muse comes and tells me to rhyme, who am i to fight with her...she knows best...i am just along for the ride!
Thank you, Ana...
j.

[Papaya]

That's very true. :) and you're welcome!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I cannot fathom your self doubt as a poet Jacob when I read such clever writing. I had to look up 'gerund' and as always learn from the teacher! This says so much about society and the contentment of the protagonist not to participate in such archaic social structures. Now if you were a woman it might be a double whammy!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

maybe inside this man's body, I am Woman...who the heck knows...anything is possible.
thank you, John,
j.

[andrew mitchell]

I prefer poem writing to golfing any day and I certainly would not play bingo. I'd rather be lost for words with a poem full of holes and little meanINGS

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your clever reply...."a poem full of holes" I see birdies in the future, maybe an Eagle or two...(Sorry Tennyson)