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First entry for the "Blog about something you don't usually blog about" meme:

the_bitter_word asked, What is the thing you do just for fun but don't take at all seriously?


It was very difficult to come up with a subject for this post, because there are so painfully few things that I like but don't take seriously. I guess I am just an obsessive kind of person. Actually the only things I manage to take a little less seriously are those rare ones that I like despite not being good at them. One of them is poetry.

When I first started to entertain serious (weeeeell...) thoughts about writing literary texts, my genre of choice was poetry - probably because I was a teenager at the time. I entered a poetry contest at school and also submitted some texts for a teen poet project set up by a local youth movement. In both cases I got published. That was only because I had fortunately been too shy to submit any of the texts I really cared about: horrid, horrid samples of teenage love poetry.

The difference between the teenage and adult me is that as a youngster, I used to believe I had a talent for poetry, and now I don't anymore. I don't know why that is so, because I do manage to write poetic prose... It's one of life's mysteries, I suppose ;P. The only attempt at poetry that I made while in my twenties was a travesty of a sonnet - and when I say travesty, I mean a complete disaster, not a deliberate spoof. Now and then I feel the vague desire to turn a feeling or a sight into verse, but I never allow any of my miserable compositions a life on paper. They are just for private giggling.

However - especially for the_bitter_word I wrote a very short poem while on the train. It was going to be about the sad existence of the commuter, but it turned into something about a cat.


Moulting time

Cat hair
is everywhere.
I carry a little Mien with me.


That's all, really.

;-)

Comments

[venturous1.livejournal.com]

(note to self: I need a cat icon)
this is quite dear, as I have been thinking about my long gone soul-cat today. I still, years later, open a book and find a strand of tricolour Juni hair, and remember her fondly.

May you continue your playful poeting!

[thirteen-ravens.livejournal.com]

I rather like that poem. I carry Buffy with me everywhere, and seeing as Mum has sold some stuff internationally on Ebay, then I expect Buffy's hair is all over the world... XD

I made a post aaages ago with other people's cat Haikus - here

They're so true! :D

[the-bitter-word.livejournal.com]

The poem is very sweet. I can still dig through some old clothes and find cat hair from Salsa. I also kept the blanket she died in...

Meanwhile, Robb is starting to shed a little. Naturally, it's his white hair, not the black. Black probably wouldn't show on my clothes.

Poetry is hard to write, I know. It's something you have to work at. Your prose is very poetic, as you say -- that's a talent in itself.