Are we still doing this? I enjoyed reading everyone's first entry, but I felt kind of silly posting my own, but here goes.
What a higgety piggety mess this is-
It’s higgety piggety for sure.
The more I mull over messes made
The more they become blossoming blemishes
On an otherwise pockless Island
The little boys strolls carelessly in
Past the moutains of messes
So I say to the little boy “Little Boy,” I say
“What can be done in the interim
For such an insistant mess
Made completely of pure and perfunctory
Surely you’re as sure as I am sure
Of the surely serious nature of this mess.
So what do you suggest in regards
To this Higgety Piggety mess?”
But the little boy could do nothing but stare,
Stare blankly back at me and my Sureness.
Surely he was mocking me
Maybe mocking me and my mess?
No words escaped his Little Boy mouth
No explanations formed in his brain
And then I saw what the little boy saw.
I used the eyes of the little boy
and the Higgety Piggety mess disappeared
As surely as I’m sure it was there at all.
Little Boy’s eyes sharpened on the structure, and the mess was no more.
In its place was a partially perfect, potentially purposeful pile
Set there by magicality and imagination
For Little Boy to rough-and-tumble his way
Through another lazy summer day
On the Higgety Piggety Island.
Again, this is not my favorite piece, and and constructive criticism is welcome.VERNA
: Can I just say that I love
It's so fun to say out loud and imagine.
PS-Working on exercise 2. I've got some ideas brewing as we speak.