A poem

I never thought
by Bloomfield


I never thought
I’d use the word
taffeta in poetry

Oops

Taffeta, darling!
Taffeta, sweetheart…

Forgive me Bloomfield, but I’m not entirely clear at this juncture as to whether “Oops” is part of the poem or not. Clearly, my lack of cultural refinement is showing through here in an all-too-raw way.

You will understand, of course, that as a poet I cannot normaly stoop to explain art to those beyond whom it clearly is, but since you are a poor devil with neither arms nor legs, I will make an exception: Oops is part of the poem. And a very fine part, too, if I do say so myself.

Not to worry…

It lacks the power and slap-you-in-the-face angst of his earlier works. And I don’t mean earlier in his life or earlier in his writing career; I mean earlier today.

The trouble with poets these days is that they can’t be bothered with editing. They just natter on and on, word after frivolous word. Pare away some of the frills, and you might be on to something. See?
:wink:

Fie! The chill breath of small minds gnaws my artistic soul. My work is fated for a later, finer age.

Like Cave paintings… there for eons and then one day..Art.


Way to go Bro..


Slan,
D. :smiley:

Thanks Scottie, ever so much. Thanks to your deft editing, I now have a poem of my very own:

A poem:

I’d use the word
taffeta in poetry.

Nice poem. Scans well. But you misspelled “daft.”

:wink:

Taffeta, taffeta, oh what a textile,
I could wear taffeta even in exile!
It surely beats muslin and broad polyester,
But doesn’t beat gauze, when you’ve got a jolly fester.

(he doesn’t look so jolly to me. otherwise Walden, brilliant, just brilliant.
btw, did you ever think you would use the word taffeta in poetry?)

Man, I just hate to see old topics re-run through the mill again and again. Not to blow my own horn or anything, but I am well known for my use of taffeta in both prose and rhyme:

Taffeta
Taffeta
Taffeta
Linoleum

Taffeta
Taffeta
Taffeta
Marmalade

Taffeta
Taffeta
Taffeta
Aluminium

djm

Bloom, dude, you’re only one syllable away from a haiku.

Assuming ‘poetry’ is three syllables.

Which I do.

I saw a poem once
And thought I’d write one too
But I didn’t.

I think that I shall never laugh at a
poem that uses the word “taffeta”.

Jolly Fester

:laughing: :laughing: :laughing: OW!!! :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: OW!!! :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: OW!!!
:laughing: :laughing: :laughing: OW!!! :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: OW!!! :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: OW!!!
:laughing: :laughing: :laughing: OW!!! :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: OW!!! :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: OW!!!
:laughing: :laughing: :laughing: OW!!! :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: OW!!! :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: OW!!!
:laughing: :laughing: :laughing: OW!!! :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: OW!!!


… I like peotry that can make laugh and cry out in pain at the same time. :smiley: