I found the snippet a co-worker had shown me* and pondered the phrase and finally wrote a haiku. Then I remembered the NaPoWriMo prompt for today:
An un-love poem isn’t a poem of hate, exactly — that might be a bit too shrill or boring. It’s more like a poem of sarcastic dislike. This is a good time to get in a good dig at people who chew with their mouth open, or always take the last oreo. If there’s no person you feel comfortable un-loving, maybe there’s a phenomenon? Like squirrels that eat your tomatoes. (I have many, many bitter feelings about tomato-eating squirrels). There’s lots of ways to go with this one, and lots of room for humor and surprise as well. Happy writing!
So, I endeavored on and made a mashup of haiku meets sonnet. Please forgive me, LOL.
One Too Many Thorns
Your dysfunctionality
yields amusing anecdotes
You’re wrapped up in it
wearing it always
like an old worn out sweater
you’ve kept since grade school
there’s not much substance
but every pricker and burr
attaches to it.
You’ve become prickly
drawing thorniness nearer
making it easy…
can’t love a porcupine much
I turn and walk on.
* “what about all the amusing anecdotes that result from my dysfunctionality?”
