April is National Poetry Month.
I’m sharing another poem that I wrote at the Focusing on Form workshop (I wrote about this in my last blog post) just to show that I can write a lighthearted poem. I don’t focus only on death in my writing; although it seems to be a theme in my work. So, just for fun…
Vegan Planet lives on top of my
covered in dust bunnies and kitten fluff.
I want to live a simple and mindful life,
never inflict pain or cause harm.
But damn, bacon sure is delicious.
A TLT just isn’t the same;
tofu has never tickled my tastebuds.
to Hellmann’s Real Mayonnaise.
Purists do not even drink beer
made with live yeast.
I do want to chop wood
and carry water.
I do want to be one with all.
I know I will return in another life
less hedonistic. More steadfast.
Much more pure,
with less affinity for yeasty beer.
But for right now I push Vegan Planet back
into its dusty slot and pull out my tattered copy of
The Barefoot Contessa instead.
Update: This was written 5 years ago. I consider myself to be mostly vegetarian. I eat very little meat; I just don’t like it. Plus the tension between right and wrong (Yay! Another theme!) gets the best of me because I love animals. I mostly subsist on pasta, avocados, bread, olive oil, cheese, and coffee. I still like a good BLT, and I still hate that I do. I enjoy an occasional ice cold beer on a hot summer evening, with yeast, hold the isinglass. I still try to be mostly good. Most of the time. Oh, hell–sometimes I’m good. I’m a recovering perfectionist. I’ve acquired a taste for tofu. I’m still hoping to be much more enlightened in my next life. The struggle is real.