Pretty Cool Poetry is back! It’s been a while, but this week I’m back with one of my own poems. Actually, it’s a series of poems I wrote about a boy. The format I was practicing is called a Self-Portrait. You use your phone number as a guide to how many words belong in each of the three stanzas, and a 0 is a ‘wild card’. (No, you can’t call me because that’s not my phone number anymore. lol)
Enjoy my journey through the highs and lows of being single! 🙂
Self-Portrait
I rearranged the
Furniture
And every picture on the wall.
I straightened magazines
Ten ways,
Measuring exactness.
I vacuumed,
I dusted, cursing dust that fell again.
So I still have some control even though
He didn’t call.
Self-Portrait 2
They tell me
I
Am pretty.
In my car
Or walking,
Men stare.
But not
Him. No matter what I wear, he
Doesn’t notice me. And now I’m
Feeling so unpretty.
Self-Portrait 3
There wasn’t going
To
Be a third,
But today he
Saw me
And then
He picked
Up my pen and wrote his number
On my paper. And now
I’m feeling pretty.
