Thursday, September 25, 2008

Faucets and other deep things

I had to write a poem for school. So I wrote a poem. About not wanting to write a poem... is that even grammatically correct? Oh well, here it is. Prepare yourself, there's lots of deep questions ahead.

To be made to write a poem,
To be forced.
Where is the beauty in such an action,
Where is the soul?
Is there freedom of speech
In being told how to speak?
Can creativity to provoked to life,
Like a machine?
Is the soul just a faucet,
to be turned on or off?

Note: Our soul is the faucet and the world is a sink. Sometimes it gets filled with dirty dished and the drain gets clogged, but all you need is a little soap. And maybe one of those scrubby things. Oh, and one of those garbage disposal thingies, too. You should get one.

4 comments:

jess said...

Oh Katie, you're so deep. You'd better come to PA to see me.

Katie said...

I would but then I would have to hang out with a bunch of old peoplz all weekend. As much fun as that sounds...

jess said...

Katie, you nerdette. I can't believe you didn't come. Write more blog posts. Here's a topic: Why Poo Smells Bad and What We As a Nation Should Be Doing About It.

Nobody said...

Spellcheck:
I think you meant to ask, "can creativity BE provoked to life", not "TO provoked to life", and then the soul is "filled with dirty disheS", not "dirty disheD".

Just trying to help, grammaticarically. After all, what's forced poeticism worth if it isn't written properly?