These metaphors that smell like
Old gym socks dried in the shape
Of a thirteen-year-old boy’s foot
Mouthfuls of bitterness from
The lapis colored mug roll
Down my throat, a prayer
Something better will be written
Perhaps now
Perhaps tomorrow
Perhaps never
Forever uncharted in the
Tepid furnace of mediocrity
Each word a petrie dish, a test
Tube, a puzzle piece of a junior
Year Chemistry lab
White coated, eyeglass wearing
Pessimist holds clear hope in
Her vial. Mix with his anything but
Precocious voice and you’ve
Got more worthless words
Fewer vital signs chugging
From the tips of her fingers
Before she retreats, taking
Her stale coffee cup with her.
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Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Poet Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield. She teaches a teleclass/ecourse "Discover the Power of Writing & Telling Engaging, Enlightening Stories" which begins again February 14. Find details by clicking this link.
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very Nice....
Posted by: blackswanpoetry | February 13, 2012 at 04:45 AM
"Forever uncharted in the
Tepid furnace of mediocrity"
Wonderful line, I liked this poem a lot. :)
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Posted by: Tods Online | March 07, 2012 at 10:37 PM