Friday, April 20, 2012

Poetic Confessions #2: Beach Bummer

I had a friend once. Or a “friend” as she liked to put it. But I'll give her a break on that one—I'm pretty sure she didn't know that quotes are not used to add emphasis to words. She loved to claim that if she could spend the rest of her life on a beach, she would. Reality check: we lived in the Midwest. No beaches—unless you count lake shores. Maybe this girl would make it to a beach once a year on spring break or something. But beach bum she was not. 

Read Beach Bum

I'll admit I was angry with her when I wrote this. I wanted something snarky that intelligently made fun of her, but it didn't exactly come out that way. Instead, as you can clearly tell, I gave up at the end, pretty much like I did with our friendship. I regret the poem, but I certainly don't regret the distance we now keep.

1 comment:

Avery Smithkin said...

I had a friend like that once - that due to certain curcumstances, is no longer a friend.

You can't change the person, but you could revise the poem and put out a new edition... many poets (and fiction writers) have done this.

Also, good luck on the Script Frenzy - you're 80% there the last time I checked!