Thursday April 29th, 2010

The exercise:

Your prompt today: so we meet again.

The Canucks made it through to the second round of the NHL playoffs and now they're set to meet Chicago, the team that knocked them out last year.

In other news: remember that Badass of the Week site I mentioned on Tuesday? I went back to read another article yesterday and came across this.

Let me sum it up for you if you don't have time to read it all: Leonid Rogozov. Surgeon. Went to Antarctica as part of an expedition. Developed severe appendicitis while there. Had no way to get out. Performed an appendectomy. On himself. Successfully.

Holy. Hell.

Mine:

I thought I'd left you
In the dusty lanes of memory.
Freed from your burden
I searched for joy but found misery,
Unaware that my
Pain was really lurking within me.

Now we're here again,
Neither of us know where we're going.
We are trying but
These healing words are just not flowing,
And all I can think
To say is that your age is showing.

3 Comments:

Greg said...

I'm glad you only discovered that Badass page after you're operation: taking your own appendix out is probably not the best idea in the world. Unless you're stranded in the Antarctic and you're the only surgeon there....
Good luck to the Canucks, I'd like to see them get further still this year!

I like today's poem, particularly the rhyme scheme that you've chosen. I'm not quite sure I really understand the ending though, it's a little cryptic.

So we meet again

The bar is just as crowded as it was
Back then, back when... it happened.
Smoke hangs in the air like
A dissolute lover, undercover, romantic
As all hell and still making me cough.
You enter, through the centre door,
Walking the walk and talking the talk,
Stand at the bar, as far
Away from me as you can achieve.
I find my nerve, pretend to some verve,
And sashay over to speak to you.
"So we meet again, you pain," you say,
"The weather is nice for the time of year."
We know that we'll go... home together,
Because that's what we always do.
One more time, one more crime against ourselves,
Because we just can't stop meeting like this.

Marc said...

Yeah, I'm not entirely sure I know what it means either, haha. I kinda like it that way though.

That's a fantastic poem, I think it's one of my favorites of yours. Great use of internal rhymes and the story is so well executed.

I'm curious - about how long did it take you to write that?

Greg said...

Thanks for the praise! I like yours too, I'm still thinking about it.

I don't really know how long it took to write mine I'm afraid; I was at work (early) and I got interrupted in the middle of it by someone else in early who wanted to talk about some training I'll be doing in the UK after I come back from Canada. I try to stick to your rules though, and just write what comes into my head rather than agonising over the perfect word.