Grocery Aisle Villanelle / After the Divorce*
Only three things I need to buy. Aisles and aisles of things I could choose So many options I just might cry. *
Just the makings for a martini dry – olives and vermouth and a glass for booze. Only three things I need to buy. *
Black, brown, oiled or cured with lye – I just need something to infuse. So many options I just might cry. *
Twelve kinds of vermouth that I must try. Even the labels are enough to confuse. Only three things I need to buy. *
Glass or plastic, upright or slanted and sly… who cares the shape as long as it’s used? So many options I just might cry. *
Forget the fancy drink, why bother to lie? A couple of shots and I’ll take a snooze. Only three things I cannot buy. So few options I just might cry.
About This Poem: Working on the Villanelle this week over at Chapter 38, so I’m killing two birds with one stone, as it were. Expect more villanelles this week as I a. discover and learn the form and b. try to ease the poetry burn-out I’m feeling by sticking with an organized, (gah!) rhyming form.
About Poem-A-Day: For the month of April (National Poetry Month), I’ve signed on to write a poem-a-day (eeks!). To make it slightly easier on myself, my rules are that I have to write each poem in fifteen minutes or less, and that I have to post it here on the blog as soon as I’m done. No edits. Just rough. Raw. Right out of the gate. (Of course, if you’re playing along, I hope you’ll post a link to your poem in the comments here — mainly because I’m selfish and I want to read them!)