He thought
Their love
Was rock-
Solid
Not
Made
Of
Papier mache
Flimsy
As a
Piñata
To be
Smashed
Open
That day
* picture courtesy of Wikimedia Commons
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He thought
Their love
Was rock-
Solid
Not
Made
Of
Papier mache
Flimsy
As a
Piñata
To be
Smashed
Open
That day
* picture courtesy of Wikimedia Commons
John Malone 
Hey; you rhymed!
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Hey! it’s funny you mentioned that, Chelsea. My Friday friend and my best mate both rib me that my poetry doesn’t rhyme, that it’s chopped-up prose. And when I do a rhyming poem they almost fall over backward 🙂
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Rhyme or not, it’s a smashing little poem!
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thanks, Carolyn; I appreciate the pun 🙂
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Piñatas should be celebratory, not rued. Great poem though.
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I allowed myself to get a little subversive — & it felt good 🙂
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actually you could do the reverse: take a serious topic, say, Alzheimers, and make a light poem out of it
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I’m gonna ponder on that idea, and thank you for it later.
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Funny Alzheimers poem … hmm. Possible, but not easy. I could write a poem for my up and coming collection, I reckon, John. Possible title “I don’t want what he was having …’
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I wrote a poem about it, but it’s a bit heavy, it’s too close and personal for me to make light of, it seems, which isn’t surprising. It’s a poem I’m glad to have written though John, so thank you for the prompt …
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thanks Carolyn; I think the most interesting poems are those that take risks
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The poem I wrote speaks of the traits I inherited from my Dad, and is about how I don’t want to inherit his Alzheimers. This is very true, and it is a bit of a fear for me, to end up with no memories of the ones I love, and unable to care for myself, or have any real knowledge of anything much at all, really.
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you made the right decision, Carolyn; it’s a tough topic. I hope your poem turns out right
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I don’t know if there’s a place for the poem I’ve written, it feels like it may be more therapy for self,rather that something for other people. I have other ideas on approaching the subject differently, perhaps make it less ‘my story’, and somewhat lighter.
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that gets tricky, Carolyn when a poem appears to be in that area. perhaps it’s time to put it away for a while and come back to it a month or so later. Or to disguise it. My most published poem ‘Shame’ is about something very, very personal but it has been successfully concealed behind a metaphor. I may post it later so you can have a look
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