Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Another poem, I wrote this one for my creative writing class.

Bruise

it is a part of me
but not really

the color of grape jelly
with a tinge of spinach,
rotten bananas and
blueberry pie
a putrescent fruit basket

sitting in all its glory
on my shin
reminding me
that I have a coffee table
and it hurts

it started off
shaped like a crescent
now a full moon
it spreads and thinks
that it owns me

but not really
a part of me

1 comment:

Jessica said...

Wow. I can relate to this, as can everyone with a coffee table and no ballet lessons! ...that darn coffee table just keeps attacking people. btw, I really like your line breaks in this one....really good!