My Art of Poetry

By Janna, September 2003

 

 

I approach it grudgingly.

The keys feel good against

the pads of my fingers, but

my mind is numb.

 

I am meant to write in long sentences, paragraphs, with

indented dialogue.

Line breaks feel cold,

as if some words don’t want to be seen

with the other words.

 

Like hearing someone speak

your language, but pronouncing

all the words wrong.

 

I’ve never been good at

counting beats.

My math skills have always been

insufficient. Watch as I

mess

up the rhythm.

 

This is my 18^th line

And with the 19^th, I’m done.