Tuesday, June 16, 2009


Yesterday I asked for poem suggestions. The first came from Little Brother, who said, "Write a poem about a sad little boy who wishes so hard that he could fly that he does not even notice his other magical powers."

Dude. That's a short story right there. Still, I'll give it a shot.

"I wish I could fly," Danny said with a sigh,
laser toasting his muffin with beams from his eye.
"Life would be easier, of that there's no doubt."
Using one hand to shift furniture about,
"I'm missing a shoe," he moaned with great inflection.
"In the sky there's no need for dumb foot protection."
He x-rayed the house with his special vision
Saw his shoe, and two cars nearing collision.
Rolling his eyes, his transported outside
And stopped time as he moved each car to the side.
That done, he picked up his shoe from the yard.
"I'm afraid that not flying makes life just too hard.
How can I go on under such circumstances?
I step on poor Sally's feet at all the dances.
One day I'll be special, one day I'll feel good.
If one thing--just one thing--was better, I could."

Man, poor guy.

Lotusgirl requested a poem about a little girl lost in a field or garden of oversized vegetables.

Lulu yawned wearily
eyes blinking blearily
Still, she determined
to greet the day cheerily.

Sat up from her bed
eyes popped in her head
she must be in hell
surely she was dead.

How else to explain
the horror, the pain
of so many green things
she held with disdain.

"It can't be!" she screamed
as around her gleamed
carrots, broccoli, peas
in sizes obscene.

Bigger far than she
veggies she could see
crowding around her
it just couldn't be.

"No, I won't do it!
This nightmare I quit!"
She squeezed her eyes shut
in a petulant fit.

The veggies all sighed
it couldn't be denied
their efforts were wasted
and so the dream died.

Replaced by another
of Lulu's mother
serving her sweet things
until she developed type 2 diabetes and had to deal with that for the rest of her life.

The other two to follow later today, or perhaps tomorrow, depending on how much work I have.


lotusgirl said...

Heehee! Poor Lulu! I really love the first one. It was a much better premise than mine, wasn't it? It would make a great book.

Mariah Irvin said...

You have mad poetical skillz.

beth said...

OMG LOVE the first poem!!! You should send that to Highlights! It's worthy of Shel Silverstien.

Little Brother said...

I am... inexpressibly pleased with the result. And I do feel it was meant to be a short story. That's where I first came up with the idea, although I knew you could put a good poem to it.

~Jamie said...

I can't stop laughing at his laser muffin!!!!

Never Settle said...

Kiersten, there is so much wisdom in that poem about the little boy who wanted to fly. Isn't that how we all see ourselves? We are blessed with so many gifts and talents and yet we focus on the one thing we want that we don't have. Very deep, even if it wasn't intended to be. :o)

Kasie West said...

I agree with Mariah, you have made skills, girl.

Carrie Harris said...

Crazy awesome. That's all there is to it.

writtenwyrdd said...

I love that first poem in particular.

Lindsey Bench said...

I'm inspired.

Erin said...

i do love the idea of a short story about a boy who could fly. so much so that i jumped over here from googlereader so that i could actually comment for once instead of just read.

Kelly H-Y said...

You are too good!

Suni said...

I'm am truly in awe! What great talent you have. I can't wait to read your book! Love Suni

JaneyV said...

I think Little Brother's idea would make a WONDERFUL book. In the mean time you did complete justice to the premises. Kudos.

I hear the Punktutations actually sang here recently. I must delve into the archives to be dazzled!

Suzanne Casamento said...

You are a poetic goddess.

Stephanie Perkins said...

In awe.

As always.