I don’t usually respond to prompts or challenges, but something about the Tritina challenge at Jane Dougherty’s blog captured my interest. So I did this item for it, a few days ago. It was fun. Can’t answer for the quality of the results but I can tell you it was fun!
My words were: desk, stupidity, why. They and the poem relate to a situation from the day I was writing, one of life’s short-lived aggravations that seemed large at the time and now has faded into nothing. Except for this poem…
OK, here goes.
I hold my head in my hands, elbows on the desk.
It was the last straw. The complete and utter stupidity
of the woman. I resent her muddles spilling out and over me and why
she can’t contain them and rein them in and why
does she present herself here to me, to pour them out to puddle on my desk
in my room in my levelheaded world, and when does her stupidity
become mine? I must fight back. She’s smart. She seeks a sister in this stupidity
and I could fall in with her dim-bulb craziness and not know when or why
until too late. It’s happened before. She grins at me across the desk.
The desk shakes as I scramble on it. I kick the stupidity into the out-box. I laugh and I know why.