Like the seasons, you are always shifting
Never settling in one place
Except when you stop to etch down the hard lines
And soft curves of your subject’s face
Is it peculiarity that impels you to draw?
Like the scrotum skin of a hairless cat?
Or great feats of impossible nature,
Lick your elbow? No one can do that
Yes life is unpredictable and tumultuous and strange,
Like the weather of the the earth we walk upon
But life may rumble and tumble and change,
And you’ll know that life always goes on.
After telling me 3 things about herself, I wrote this poem on the spot for a colleague of mine. She told me that she had a hairless cat, she liked change, and that she could lick her elbow. She also added that she loved to draw, and I decided to incorporate it.
It’s a very simple exercise, but I actually really enjoy it. I get to explore some simple poetry and flex my creative muscle. If you’d like me to write you a poem, feel free to leave a comment and tell me at least 3 things about yourself.