Asparagus
A friend of mine is a prolific poet (Hi, David!). Every day he sends me a new poem.
Most are short; a few are longer.
Most are rhyming; a few are not.
Every once in a while, I receive a long prose poem.
Everything he sends evokes an emotional reaction.
Sometimes it's a smile; other times I laugh out loud.
Sometimes I want to cry.
Sometimes goosebumps pop out; other times it's so hauntingly beautiful and bittersweet that I sit in awe.
He inspires me every day to stretch my writing muscles so that my words can be as effective as his.
The other day the title was "Asparagus."
David ranted and raved about that luscious veggie. It was clear that asparagus didn't make his top ten list of favorite green things.
I wrote him back that I loved asparagus and that some kids I may or may not know called it little trees, and they loved it, too.
He wrote back, and I almost fell out of my chair.
David loves asparagus!
Point of view and character voice and selling your emotional story all rolled into one short poem about skinny green stalks that look like little trees. Inspiration comes in all forms.
Happy Monday :)
Most are short; a few are longer.
Most are rhyming; a few are not.
Every once in a while, I receive a long prose poem.
Everything he sends evokes an emotional reaction.
Sometimes it's a smile; other times I laugh out loud.
Sometimes I want to cry.
Sometimes goosebumps pop out; other times it's so hauntingly beautiful and bittersweet that I sit in awe.
He inspires me every day to stretch my writing muscles so that my words can be as effective as his.
The other day the title was "Asparagus."
David ranted and raved about that luscious veggie. It was clear that asparagus didn't make his top ten list of favorite green things.
I wrote him back that I loved asparagus and that some kids I may or may not know called it little trees, and they loved it, too.
He wrote back, and I almost fell out of my chair.
David loves asparagus!
Point of view and character voice and selling your emotional story all rolled into one short poem about skinny green stalks that look like little trees. Inspiration comes in all forms.
Happy Monday :)
Comments
Most people cook it dead....
Joanne - Exactly so.
VR - I wish all the fiction I read did that and that I never thought 'oh that would never happen'.
Lydia - Thanks. Me, too :)
Alex - Oh, boo-hiss - LOL.
Elspeth - I count myself on the fortunate side about the poems, too.
Jane - Exactly. I love them grilled, too.
Golden Eagle - I like mine still bright green and crunchy.
I'll get to all your blogs at some point today or tomorrow.
'Tis the Season!
Terry
Terry's Place
Romance with a Twist--of Mystery
Karen - My thoughts exactly.
Terry - I know. Same here. Any poetry I try is BAD.
Is David willing to let you share the poem on your blog?
Maryann - I don't know. I'll ask.
I love asparagus as long as it isn't overcooked to mush. And I really like it if there is hollandaise involved. ;)
I don't like the side-effect of smelly pee, however.
In this house, broccoli spears are 'trees'.
Hart LOVES asparagus...
Hart - OK, you win. I'm heading over to read your drabble. How can I resist :)
Lee
Tossing It Out
Talli - I love that, too!
We called broccoli trees, but I see how asparagus fits.
I so often assume the writer is 1) telling the truth, and just like the POV character. Big mistake.
Donna V.
http://donnasbookpub.blogspot.com
I started off writing poetry and it was a great way to put to use many writing elements in a few lines, the same elements I use today in novel writing.
LR - You know I'm hungry now. Right?
Donna - I like both, too.
Medeia - I write bad limericks, but I don't think that counts :)