The Doggerel Days of Summer Part 2
Oft on a still summer evening
I take my doggerel
for a long, long walk
looking for rhymes
in all the wrong places.
I bring with me
a small, beige, plastic bag;
when I finish the poem I’m composing
I place the poem in the plastic bag
and deposit the bag
in a trash can deep in the forest
a trash can known to all the local poets
a trash can where moon always rhymes with June
a trash can where clouds
are as fluffy as mashed potatoes.
The challenge over at earthweal is to write about ‘wild stillness”. So this is a poem about an attempt to write a poem. Check out earthweal here for poems that actually meet the challenge!
Stopdraggingthepanda 
Do link this, Jim. I love it so much!!!!! I especially love you taking your doggerel for a walk. Lacking a dog (and I love them so much), I must try doing that.
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Thanks Sherry, just linked it!
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You walk those paths too? Hard to keep still waters free of poet poo. (Wallace Stevens thought poetry was silence, dirtied.)
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I know that path…(k)
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Made me smile, Jim. Every time I write a poem that rhymes I feel I need a beige bag, but what can you do. Finding the stillness to seek, let alone write, is an epic journey in itself.
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Thanks Joy!
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Haha! Let’s hope its a roomy trash can. Can we add in almost all poems featuring the word ‘soul’?
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Yep…that’s one for the can!
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Fabulous. Made me laugh.
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Thanks Lindi, glad you enjoyed it!
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Every poem has its place. Whether it’s out for the world to see, stashed in the back of drawer waiting to be revised, or in that beige, plastic bag at the bottom of a trash bin, it has seen the light at least once and had a chance to breathe.
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Your poem made me laugh. Doggerel on a long walk deposited in the garbage – I’ve taken that walk many times too.
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Did you mean to allude to Stevens Anecdote of the Jar? Surely that trash can, wherever it ispulls at all possibility!
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Just looked up Stevens poem. Good one!
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