I'm starting this in Dramatic Poetry because a) my poems tend to fall into the dramatic category, b) there are a few more of these threads here, and c) I'm welcoming reviews on these, as they're works in progress. (I just ask that you don't consider this my general standard of writing, considering that I'm churning out this high-quality literature at such an alarming rate, darlings!)
That said, if any moderator decides to move all of these to the NaPo subforum, so be it.
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1 April
For one reason or another, I'm in the habit of writing poems to my friends - at my friends? - which of course are never delivered to their intended audience. Which is interesting, since I'm not sure anyone else would appreciate them.
To Emily
There is something yellow and perfect about today
(probably the socks you were knitting in history).
Even though the New England boys didn't want us --
(we needed 4.0s and internships and more badminton) --
you still like the way I write in capitals
and I like the way you show up in the corners of
my pictures when I am
least expecting it.
So now as I sit and contemplate how I never
wanted to park my car in that stupid yard anyway,
your yellow socks flash upon my inner eye
in dancing sprightly dance and blissful glee
and I think how simple I am
and wonder how I'll ever cast off
without you.
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