Have Stuff to Talk About, But...

Day 29 - A Poem

This has nothing to do with Halloween (though I do have a couple of pictures of my fabulous Professor Trelawney costume that I pulled out tonight to go help at a friend's school) - it's just that I didn't really feel like writing about anything. More on that later, I'm sure.

Instead, yet another original poem (I haven't written this much poetry since, like, ever):

Comma

"You use line breaks
in poetry
like you use commas
in prose,"
he said.
"Excessively, yet effectively?"
I offer.
"Conversationally, perhaps?"
He smiles, exasperated,
shaking his head.

I know my weakness -
Love for useful commas
(and parenthesees, I might add).

Written language must chuckle
and hiccup,
roll, stutter (I chew my pen)
and flow,
drive and scurry and soar
if it is to Live.

The occasional pretentious grammatical set-dressing
just keeps things interesting.