Post 60: Lost

Yesterday's post reminded me of a poem I wrote a few years ago and recently edited. It's a visual poem -- the list and last line form the letter "L" for lost. I mention this because it matters, and I'm not sure it will be apparent in a blog post.

Lost

Allen

Anna

Babe

Bertha

Betty

Bill

Cerene

Earl

Eddie

Eddie

Edith

Harold

Issie

Joel

Joyce

Kiely

Lou

Martha

Morris

Mutt

Nanny

Opal

Pauline

Peggy

Peggy

Ruby

Sam

Shirley

Sophie

Vera

And the stillborn we chose not to name.

--------------------------------

And, on a completely different note, yesterday's post also reminds me of another poem I wrote, one that I think Mrs. Dougherty would have enjoyed:

S.O.B.

I told him

he was a

good for nothing

son of a bitch

and I meant

every word but

every word was a lie.

His mother was really

a lovely person

and he was very good

at some things.

Very good,

if you know what I mean.

And you know what I mean

because we’ve all been there.

We’ve all been in love

with a good for nothing

son of a bitch

and the horse

that he rode in on.

Sidenote for those of you just joining the fun: Post 60 is a digression on the Creative Instigation blog, part of my 60th year celebration. This is post 10 of the 60. Party on!