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.