Geraldo Rivera and I are all excited about the hidden drawer I found in a dresser in my attic. He calls his camera crew to come quickly and books a prime-time cable channel, I just open my verse processor wearing only my underwear. We get a professional in a bright yellow hazmat suit to open the door while we watch from a safe distance. Eerie sci-fi music is piped in to create more suspense. We are biting our nails. Geraldo because he needs the ratings to keep working. Me because I am really bored.
Nothing.
Poor Geraldo is stuck with a ratings-bomb, so he packs up his cameras, microphones, lighting equipment, makeup artists, and caterers and goes home disappointed.
The clever poet types enthusiastically because he knows he can save the entire thing by claiming we found nothing, but give nothing a really, really catchy enigmatic title.
Author notes
"Sometimes nothing is a pretty cool hand." - Paul Newman as Cool Hand Luke
In a list
A contest entry
- # 83 at Winklings & AP Friends: The Prose Poem by Lyndon.
5500 points, ended May 31, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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This is prose, yes.
And, it requires careful reading.
Poetics do not figure.
No doubt readers should find what you wrote of interest.
As I did.
Thank you.
Lyndon of the Winklings.
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I was hoping someone would notice that the title applied to Geraldo's approach, as well as being a metaphor for what they found in the box. It thus described both the activity in the work as well as the subject of the work. From what you say, I think you saw that double-meaning. Thanks for the comment.
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hahahahaha...this kicks ass. love the vivid, crystal image you so deftly provide...freakin funny, P.
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You wrote the ordinary form of spoken or written language, without metrical structure, as distinguished from poetry or verse. This is rather dull but you do it so well.
Love,
Amera♥
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