A New Poem.

I shall call it Paragone and it shall forever remind me of the day I made nearly a gallon of pumpkin puree, two pies, and a pizza that turned out flat.  Also the clothesline broke.


Someday
I shall be a paragon
of Elegance & Grace
& not dropping things
& not spilling coffee
& getting left and right the right way round first time
& appropriate levels of excitement for the situation at hand
& not burning cakes
& non-garish makeup & accessorizing & haircuts
& general charm.
This day is not that day.
I have checked the outlook for tomorrow
and that is not hopeful either.

 

 

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"A writer is an introvert: someone who wants to tell you a story but doesn't want to have to make eye contact while doing it." - Adapted from John Green
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4 Responses to A New Poem.

  1. sarahtps says:

    I like your poem. I have one question, though: aren’t pizzas supposed to be flat?

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    • Thank you. You are very kind.
      …Flatter than it was supposed to be. I had previously done a whole-wheat one that ended up sorta cardboardy, so I was doing this properly, with the whole rise and punch-down, repeat, THEN roll out, and… it was still flat. Not fluffy and cloud-like and tender like a home-made pizza is supposed to be.

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