Week 112- (Feb 14th-21st) Poems--- Topic:SEE PROMPT BELOW DONE

[Guy]

Mark, if only it were that easy. This reminded me of the interesting film Starman with Jeff Bridges.

Al, your animus is giving you serious troubles, it seems! Yikes, this is rather grim. I enjoyed it. And that it didn't have a happy ending.

Q: Was this unconsciously inspired by Houston's recent death? She died likely because the pharmaceuticals (lab coat creations) hooked her and didn't let her go.

[M]

Mark, your poem got me wondering about bank vaults.

Alex, you’ve written a ballad! This is one of my favorite metrical forms, and you did a nice job.

[M]

Alex’s poem gave me an idea.


After the Accident

I woke and saw the ceiling of
the cold, autopsy room.
An orderly picked up a glove
near where he’d propped his broom.

With second sight, though I was numb,
I saw my body’s scars.
From overhead came the low hum
of long flourescent bars.

The evening now seemed all askew--
in headlights, a guardrail.
He turned and dropped the glove into
a gleaming garbage pail.

He sang as he moved to and fro,
swept up a piece of foam.
He’s gonna hire a wino
to decorate his home.

With effort, I sat up, intent
with questions, but he swore,
eyes wide, and dropped his broom and went
shrieking toward the door.

[M]

Thank you, Alex!

[Stephanie]

Hahaha. I love the last stanza, M.

[M]

Thanks, Stephanie! Does anyone remember the country song “I’m Gonna Hire a Wino to Decorate Our Home”?

[Stephanie]

Never heard it.

[M]

I may have to do some patching on this poem.

[M]

I don’t like country music, either. It just seemed the sort of thing a morgue worker might sing to himself.

[Stephanie]

Al, that was quite the poem. Wow. Good job.

[Caitlan]

Good poems guys :D

[Guy]

Al wrote: "... Who's Houston? ..."

Whitney, the pop singer who died on Friday.

[Guy]

M this was funny! LoL loved it.

[M]

Thanks, Guy!

I remember Whitney Houston. Great voice.