Saturday August 9th, 2014

The exercise:

Write a four line poem that has something to do with: misread.

The market went very well overall today, but I'm still stuck on focusing on a Prana Farm first: we brought home berries today.

We have always sold out of berries. Always. So to bring home blackberries today... kind of overshadows the 260 pounds of nectarines we sold.

But it was a different crowd this morning. Lots of people from Vancouver and its surrounding area, which means lots of people used to picking wild blackberries for free at the side of the road and in parks, like we used to do when we lived there.

Except our berries are so much better than those. Oh well.

Anyway, I've been up since five this morning and I can feel a falling asleep on the couch coming, so I should get to writing. 

Edit: sigh, never mind.

Mine:

He thought she wanted him,
But that turned out wrong.
Now she has everything,
And all for a song.

2 Comments:

Greg said...

I would say that while it's a first, you probably shouldn't pay too much attention to it as, as you've said, it was the Peach Festival and so very unusual circumstances. And you certainly shouldn't relegate the sale of 260lbs of nectarines! That's a huge quantity and well worth paying attention to!
And berries are delicious, so I'm sure you'll find a use for them :)
Hmm, that's a sad little tale in your poem today. I feel quite sorry for your protagonist there.

Misread
They said she had 'difficulties',
That she was wrong in the head,
But it seemed she had dyslexia
And everything was misread.

Marc said...

Greg - yeah, I know. Still bugs me though :P

I like that misread applies both to how your character reads and to the original diagnosis. That's impressive work in just four lines!