Saturday August 4th, 2012

The exercise:

Write a four line poem about: logic.

Now there's a dangerous prompt for a tired Saturday night. This could be interesting.

Pretty good market today, selling out of most everything. Just wish we could have had more stuff to sell, particularly berries and tomatoes. But we had to go with what we had, and next weekend should be more abundant.

Really enjoying having my sister and brother-in-law here. Looks like we'll be heading to the beach tomorrow for a picnic lunch.

Mine:

It all makes perfect sense,
It's as clear as bloody day!
If you can't understand,
Just look at things my way.

3 Comments:

Greg said...

Selling out of things sounds good! Do you get to pack up and go home early when you've sold everything?
I'm not sure sure your poem has quite the normal brand of logic being applied there, but I can definitely sympathise :)

Logic
You're ruthlessly demanding,
You're absolutely always right,
Your logic's like a laser,
...and it's burned away my sight.

g2 (la pianista irlandesa) said...

Logic and me aren't friends
We often are after different ends.
We'll duke it all out in an unsightly bout
Until, quite at last, one bends.

Marc said...

Greg - nah, there's no leaving before the end of market (way too many people milling about to get through safely with the truck). We could, however, just stick up a Sold Out sign and wander off until it's time to go.

That would be quite the experience, actually.

Great rhythm to your poem, totally fun to read aloud :)

g2 - aye, and it seems like I'm always the one bending, too...