Where Did I Leave That Poem?

Jean McLeod's most recent poem to appear here was Sacred Cows, published as part of Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears. Hey! Wait a minute! Cows?!?!

Where Did I Leave That Poem?
By Jean McLeod

I have a notebook full of words.

Full!

What it needs is
verbs for energy
instead of cut, how about
slash, geld, excise, excoriate,
claw, tear, puncture, slice, thrash, squash,
gash, crumple, break, squash, saw, amputate?

Nouns to BE active:
Cows are not all that active,
passive, really, they pass time,
pass gas, pass a tree, pass, well, 
manure. Dumb, they pass right on by their barn.
No, certainly not cows.

Burglars?
They seem quite verbal,
that is to say, they DO things
which might well be verbs, like plan,
scale, scout, scare, shoot, shout, clamber,
fake, fall, fail. All in all, I should think burglars,
nouns that they are, with all their verbing around, might
make a serviceable poem if, unlike cows, they tried.

Poems have adjectives.
There's some controversy about adjectives,
but SOME poems: you know, I'm just sayin'
have adjectives like blushing, combative, delicious,
husky, rambunctious, tentative, unctuous. Adjectives all.

Aww, heck, why not throw in adverbs?
Slowly, alarmingly, brilliantly, briskly, avidly,
cautiously, carefully, curvaceously, drunkenly,
fancifully, hastily, intilijuntly, lazily, militantly, oddly,
enough, now I'm entirely sick of adverbs.

One would think the above
would be enough words to make a poem.
But it's getting late and I don't think I'll bother.

 

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