So, out of the blue, I decided to write a poem.
I’ve not written poetry before with any seriousness, and I wouldn’t even ascribe much seriousness to what I’ve done here. I simply decided to try it as an exercise.
I have no idea whether or not I will write more poetry, or if I do whether or not I will post it.
We’ll see.
Magnets
two magnets are a crappy metaphor
for love.
they lack
regardless of any resemblance
all warmth
or flesh and blood
all life.
magnets are cold and metallic
north-to-north or south-to-south
they repulse one another
and
despite the alluring inclusiveness
of opposites attracting
in reality
they snap violently together
held to one another by their opposition
stuck
as if glued.
from afar
construed as close, affectionate
yet
no breathing room
tension
irritation
claustrophobia
even dismay
despair.
magnets are a crappy metaphor for love.
too cynical, right?
RIGHT
RIGHT
RIGHT!
Fish & Bicycles 
I like this ! Playful, and yet you carry it through with a philosopher’s voice.
Thank you! Very kind.
Ha! I love it, Howard. Clever. : )
Thanks, Karen!
a great mix of serious and not so serious – love it –write more
Thanks! I’m considering writing more. It really depends a lot on whether or not the inspiration to write poetry sticks around.
let us hope that it does
🙂
Its crisp, and imagistic, and intellectual. I like it!
Thanks!