For the last two years, I have been taking a writing class, and that class is now over as of last week. What a wonderful way to transition into retirement. I will miss it, yet there is not a cold turkey ending per se. We will continue in a “master class” mode for another 6 months or so, and there are quite specific writing projects I have in mind that will keep me busy for a couple of years more.
Meanwhile, I’m going to post below the results of a silly class assignment. We were told to write five poems quickly. Very quickly – about 5 minutes writing time for each one. The structure for the assignment was to pump out metaphors around the topic “I am….” And away we go!
I am the beast unknown but curious
I am the shelter from falling branches
I am the potato in the soup
I am the salad on the side
I am the sir without the loin
I am the best amongst the fallen throng
I am the worst amongst the hopeless racers
I am the last dish in the buffet.
I am solid like plasma
I am liquid like gold
I am frequently timid while deliberately bold
I am a racehorse for the masses
A disappointment to the rich
I am asparagus, ling cod…
Still searching for my niche.
I am a louse, but lice would be nice.
I am a soldier, but an army would be bolder.
I am a ciggy, but a pack would be biggie.
I am a setter, but the pound would bark better.
I am a tour car, but a convoy would drive her more far
I am a setting sun, but a shining moon would give him more fun
I am a sluggish, roguish, selfish shaman
I am a salty, pungent, slippery bowl, of 40 cents a package, Sapporo Ichiban Original Ramen.
I am like a hermit crab
I am like a sponge
I am like a snowy plover
I am Bach to Grunge
I am like a Solzhenitsyn before he got all nutty
I am like the Andrew Sisters before they got all slutty
I am like my dog, you see, before he learned to beg
I am like my mom or pop, just longer in the leg.
I am like myself it seems, more frequently than not
I am like myself, oh my, a slender, drunken sot.
I am Wonder Woman in a caftan
I am Wonder Bread with a crispy crust
I am a cedar forest on the Great Plains
I am a Sitka Spruce lost in lust
I am a soldier on a game show
I am a game show host at war
And if momma saw me, she would say
You are nothing like me at all.