Poetry

I’m working on writing a thousand poems. I started in April 2015.

Poem #782 – logic is not kind

~ Georgia Tell ~ 1 Comment

you are right
but you are not right
the best way
to grow this tree
is the right soil,
the right sun,
the right rain.
but it will still grow
with another soil,
another sun,
another rain.

your tree grows twenty feet tall
so does mine
your tree is an emerald of the forest
mine is titanite in the Sahara
your tree is home to squirrels and birds
mine is a small oasis in the desert
your tree is not better than mine
after all is said and done

Poem #781b – the three me’s

~ Georgia Tell ~ 1 Comment

the normal one
you see her the most
she’s got her shit together
she goes to work every day
she invests
she smiles when she should
she impresses your mom
she thinks the right thing
she says the right thing
she does the right thing

the depressed one
you hear of her occasionally
she sleeps right after work
she stares at her phone for hours
she cries
she doesn’t even feel like trying
she refuses your invitations
she can’t clean
she can’t survive without help
she hangs on for the other two

the manic one
you think you like this one
she laughs really loud
she is bigger than any room
she lives
she teeters on the edge
she gets on your nerves
she pushes buttons
she thinks the big thing
she says the wrong thing
she flirts with disappearing

Poem #781a – appraisal

~ Georgia Tell ~ 1 Comment

my value is not derived
from the small nose or small ears
that I got from my mom
or from the mostly straight teeth
that I got from my dad
or from the thin arms and waist
that I worked for myself

my value is derived
from the words I put together here
and from the perspective I bring
and from the mere fact of my existence