Thursday, November 19, 2009

Prosaic predicament

I purchase the provisions,
word process, print, obey,
and palaver with patrons,
and paper-push for pay.

My profession, presently,
perturbs me to no end,
but I have pacts and promises
and payments to attend.

A poet is a pauper:
The pennies are in prose,
the Pecos are in paperbacks,
the real pay? No one knows.

You’d have to play at politics
or property, I s’pose.


This poem was prepared in participation of Poetry Prompt 101 on Read Write Poem.




Brought to you by the letter P.



        If you could make a living doing anything, what would you choose?

14 comments:

Jerry said...

You mean to say you aren't on the verge of becoming a millionaire? I'll put you in touch with my people.

Seriously though, I don't think I've seen any of your poems use rhyme before. Then again, I've only been reading for a short while.

Most people just have "a job". It's our privilege and duty to find purpose and pleasure in the tiniest crevices of life, even in the mundane. I think you and I do that through writing, and at the same time we give others pleasure.

davidmoolten said...

Very witty use of p-words, not just the alliteration but the shifts in tone and meter, such as: "The Pecos are in paperbacks (great phrase)/ the real pay? No one knows"

joannejohns said...

Perfect, I love it :)

briarcat said...

Clever. Unfortunate, but clever.

Dorkmaster Flek said...

Very clever. :) I would make retro-style, open source games for computers using cross-platform libraries and languages like Python. :)

Tina said...

I love poems about us working poets. Yours is quite fun!

Cynthia Short said...

This was so good! LOVED the topic and the sarcasm...great job!

Tumblewords: said...

Well done - profound truth, penned with love and clever creativity.

dogimo said...

That's damn cute, a word I don't bandy about lightly poems-wise. DAMN cute. Cute is perhaps the hardest thing to pull off in a poem done well - one slip and it's over into cutesy. Which to my ear at least, this one never even leans towards. Nice job.

If I could make a living doing anything, I would make a living as far-and-away the greatest cornerback the NFL had ever seen. I'd also want the career safely in the recently just over past, so I can luxuriate in the laurels and millions that I'd scrimped and saved like a miser, and just sit on bags of glory without having the crap pounded out of me in the present tense.

Or if that's too far to wish, then what I'm doing right now's fine!

Mary said...

Great poem :)

If I could make a living doing anything... Hmmm I don't know. I mean I always think "what would I do if I won the lottery", and my answer always seems to be open up some sort of animal sanctuary/shelter and I'd have a ton of pets. So I suppose my answer would be taking care of and playing with super cute and fluffy animals... and maybe some ugly ones too, haha.

Linda said...

Jerry has people?!!
This was a fun read and a great use of the "p" word prompt. I loved the rhyme and meter! Thank you for sharing this piece that was crafted with creativity and wit!

Wayne Pitchko said...

nice predicament...fun read...thanks for sharing

Derrick said...

I really enjoyed this; the use of p words, the humour and the rhyme.

PS the Pratsie said...

loved the P-word poem ... so very meaningful :)