I’ve been thinking a lot about writing. Really writing, not just blog writing… which is really writing, but it’s not…if you know what I mean…
I want to write a short story or a novel or something like that. I looked into a creative writing program at Emory, just to get me started and you have to have a portfolio of things you have written to get into the program…Which seems kind of counter intuitive, since you’re supposed to be learning to write. But OK. So I thought perhaps I could include this poem that I wrote somewhere around 1988.
Ode to Toes
My Mom tells me her woes
Of her oh so broken toes.
Sometimes a chair
Gives her a scare.
Sometimes the doorframe
Is to blame.
She may seem like a twit,
But she’s really having a fit.
“Oh, Oh” she cries, “the pain,
Its making me insane.”
She cries an awful lot
And her clumsiness makes her hot.
But someday her toes will heal
And she’ll say, “What a good deal.”
An original piece of creative artwork by: Melanie