I used to like to write extremely weird and silly rhyming poems when I was in my early 20s… Years ago, my best friend Jen printed out a collection of poems I e-mailed her throughout 1999, which I wrote while I was bored in the library at the U of Washington, waiting between classes. They are totally unfettered and undignified, and sometimes when I hear them in the present day, I have trouble remembering what the hell I was writing about or who I was making fun of. A lot of them are about mice.
I found a more recent poem I wrote about Richard and I in September 2006:
‘Twas a brilliant day, in a land far away, and two tinies did go for a stroll
They danced hand in hand, and walked in the sands of riparian berrytree groves
They sat on a rock at the end of a dock and shared butter and wholegrain rolls
then ran away at the end of the day when mosquitoes descended in droves.
Of course anyone who is familiar with “The Owl and the Pussycat” will recognize some phrases and the meter. (Uh… anapestic heptameter?) That used to be one of my favorite poems when I was very little. My mom used to read it to me.
Riparian berrytree grove, Golden Gardens, Seattle, September 2007
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