Writing Poetry with Sharpie

a poem full of similes about chewing on thoughts

I like the feel of the felt marking the page 

and I like the rhythm--rapid and manic--

like my brain and like the black ants I might find contrasted 

against my white bare skin

You said that at times our thoughts are like like popcorn,

(mine are)

popping 

all over

   the 

page pop pop

pop

while at other times, they are  like clouds, 

passing through the bright blue sky that is our existences--

in constant motion--

at various rates--

sometimes quickly scurrying (or even scattering)--

sometimes nearly still--

often steady 

like ants 

marching in line, 

because I am fortunate,

and when we can think,

(meta-cognition)

about our thoughts and our intentions--

when we can chew on them 

like chewing gum or taffy or putty; 

when we can hold them and stretch them--

we can manipulate and reason and create with them

I wonder what poem I was going to write 

before I became distracted

by a Sharpie crawling and scratching across the page like ants across the surfaces of my home--

drifting left to right with the force of my right  like the wind carries the clouds across the sky

--that rhythm

--that scratching

--keeping time with the pop gospel sounds of Hozier booming through the Bose

pop

pop

pop

I left the lid off of the pan

and the kernels popped near and far

and the Hozier album ended

and the popped corn contrasts against the black ants crawling on the bare blond floors of my apartment.

Now against the silent room, 

the Sharpie plays the solo.

I hope it comes back to me--

my idea--

so that I can chew on it;

so that I can know if it was sweet

or fresh 

or salty like the made up chewing gum flavor, salted dry roast peanuts

or some combination of them all--

like the saltwater taffy you buy at souvenir shops in small towns

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think i have ants in my popcorn...my words just randomly pop up as well, but sometimes they march in straight lines like they have a certain task to complete..and at others, they just scatter in all directions like blind metaphors slapping the page...they belong in a word farm, so they can pose no danger.Ants are attracted to sweet things, maybe like this poem.
j.

[sL]

Thank you j. Your words often pop, pop, pop in and out of my head. I def see your brain working similarly to mine. Thanks for reading!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I have often thought the same, my friend...
similar wavelengths of poetic disposition.

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the complete poem.
"so that I can chew on it;
so that I can know if it was sweet
or fresh
or salty like the made up chewing gum flavor, salted dry roast peanuts
or some combination of them all--
like the saltwater taffy you buy at souvenir shops in small towns"
The above lines, alive and wonderful. Thank you dear poet for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote