geektarra

On a fresh blank piece of paper
She writes her New Year’s Resolutions.

#1.
Her pen quivers in the air,
Afraid of its own ink.
A vision of her spandex-clad thighs marching over the whirring belt of a treadmill
Captures her mind.
Dreadmill.

If only she could give up chocolate.
No chocolate for one whole year.
Self-deprivation.
Her pen scratches out the word
“No”
But stops and retreats in fear.

Glancing over at her closet
She remembers her discarded wardrobe,
One hundred pairs of sneakers,
And tax returns from the last fifteen years.
Tackling that closet would be worthy of her time.
Too much of her time.

She sighs,
Pats her jiggly thighs,
Crumbles up the paper that says “No”
And grabs another piece.

Her pen dances.
“Grocery List.”
Then one word:

“Chocolate.”

elibats

I got a nice little chuckle out of this one. Well written, and true to life.

Eiji Tunsinagi

Nice. This is reality.

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"nothing is perfect, nothing lasts, and nothing is finished."

"how will you go about finding that thing the nature of which is totally unknown to you?"

L00kbackinanger

I enjoyed this poem immensely it takes one right inside the head of the narrator. Beautiful choice of words and an inevitable ending that most can empathise with.

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"Automagically the game restarted; by chance a leaf fell at our feet. Brittle and veined with shades of umber. Delicately it crunched, like a shuffled deck."
Jacob Stillmarner, The Melody Of The Lucky Not Good, 1944

SteMcGrath

I agree very much with this. Honest poetry can often leave you feeling relieved. Nice style.

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"He was over at our house struggling with a poem he could not finish, so I took him upstairs and gave him sex. He came down and finished that verse in twenty-five minutes."

vangoghsear

A real, cute, fun, well written read.

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If writing is wrong, I don't want to be right.

Baron

Unanimous vote so far and I'm concurring.

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