May 9, 2022
Do you remember the worst thing you have ever written? Will you share?
The worst thing I’ve ever written? I’ve written some lousy stuff along the way, but I’ve learned from my mistakes, I hope. Narrowing it down to just one piece of work is difficult because I’ve got plenty to choose from!
I won’t inflict the early fantasy on you — I have a copy somewhere, but don’t want to dig it out. So, I’ll settle for one of my bad poems. Incorrect punctuation and all. Now, this isn’t the worst I’ve ever written, it has a good line or two, but a lot could be improved. Like start over from scratch and try again.
Newlywed Blues
Sure, we’re happy together
But this morning
The eggs didn’t turn out right,
The bacon got burnt,
When you go to the table,
You didn’t feel like eating anyway
So when you went to work,
Forgetting to kiss me as you left,
And I was alone
With your dog,
And the dishes to do,
I started crying
I can’t really say why
Because I know you love me
As much as I love you
These days will happen,
We can’t stop them
But tomorrow is another day,
Another beginning
And tomorrow,
We’ll have pancakes
Did you make it all the way thru? Will you ever forgive me for inflicting it on you?
I’ve written worse, but many of those have been (happily) lost to the passage of time. I didn’t realize how badly pencil fades, even when the paper it’s on is stored in a closed box. At least, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
I’m looking forward to reading the selections from our other authors. You know the drill, just follow the links below to find their posts. And, until next time, please stay safe!
May 9, 2022
Do you remember the worst thing you have ever written? Will you share?
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Lol, in the first year of our marriage I once made Yorkshire puddings that turned out black on the outside and still liquid in the middle, and he ate them!
Now that’s true love!
Lol, but now after 43 years he’d probably say something.
Such a sad poem. I won’t even inflict my poetry on anyone – I can’t do poetry!!!
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At least it offers a glimmer of hope.
For me, the poem resonates with the emotion of a new relationship. Yes it can be improved but the sentiment is there.
Thanks, Richard. And that’s why I won’t claim this is my worst poem EVER!