Anita was bored, and since she's just about the only reader left, I should probably make her happy. Here's a poem I wrote (and got published, but they didn't pay me) a couple years ago:
Tombstone
By
Paul Murphy
There’s a stone at the edge of the graveyard
It isn’t much to see.
There’s a taller one to the left of it
that looks more important to me.
But mom never seems to notice
that its shadow falls on her face
when she kneels on the ground
and touches the name
of the person who rests in this place.
Note: Is it really that hard for programmers to make it so Blogger will accept my cut and paste from Word? These geeks invented phones that can accept credit cards but they can't reconcile formatting differences?
5 comments:
Oh, thank God! I am so bored. The manuscript is done and I'm just sitting around doing nothing (except laundry and watching kids, etc.). Have you read the book SLAM? I think that's the title...same author as ABOUT A BOY. Anyway, it's a great YA for young men...funny, thoughtful. There are a couple weird turns I thought the author didn't have to take, but the best "older boy" book I've read in awhile.
Great poem!
That is a great poem, Murph.
I had no idea you could write poems without the word fart in it!
Good job entertaining Anita.
I always like the kid voice in your poems.
What Kelly said.
Word.
"pokesses"
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