Slat of Wood

 

 

I've had just about enough of myself.
Lately all of my poetry has tears.
It weeps and whines like a spoiled infant.

Today I painted the fence
and said to myself I should
write about the one slat of wood.

Surely there is something poetic
about an old splintered slat of wood
waiting to be freshly painted. 

Of course, my first idea
was to give it human qualities.
See? It waits.
Perhaps it could yearn
 for bright yellow paint.

Or maybe mourn the loss
 of it's faded color.
And then I sighed hopelessly
and sat near it  in self disgust
writing this poem

with its irregular stanzas
and its whines and tears.

Reviews

[lost girl]

maybe you deserve to whine and cry abit, maybe your soul is telling you that it is time, time to release, time to purge, and d****t if you won't , it will! I think that one slat of wood is you, you being singled out amongst all the others....they don't care if they are drab and unruly...... unfinished...they don't deserve to be painted and yellow, the color of sun, warmth, freedom........but you......you do! I think it's time for one of those walks, or perhaps dancing, ....dancing....dancing....dancing

[THE BLACK SEAL]

lol loved it!!

[J.P.O.et]

You just summed up self pity in one friggin different kind of poem
A poem about writing a poem about a slat of wood....brilliant
There's a reason I keep coming back for more
J.P.O.et

[Tim McGovern]

the slat of wood is too busy being a slat of wood to care about your whiny poetry
I like it though