FHE Poetry
Last night for Family Home Evening (a weekly, usually on Monday evening, occurrence wherein members of the LDS Church get together with their family to teach each other about the gospel and have some fun–for single folks like me it’s usually held with other single folks) my singles ward held an impromptu “Poetry Slam”. What it really boiled down to was everyone writing down a couple of subjects (my submissions were “antique rotary engines” and “arboreal accidents”), drawing one or two randomly from the pool and then writing a poem about it.
The subjects I drew were, awesomely enough, “abortion” and “Russ Andes”. I elected to combine the two and write a series of haiku in the traditional style, three lines of 5 syllables, 7 syllables, and 5 syllables, with a mention of or allusion to nature. My poems:
Rusty hangar probes
Scrambling Russ like breakfast eggs
Brown, dying leaves fall
This is not my life
Smelling fragrant summer grass
I was aborted
Lady beaver squats
Blood and life gush forth boldly
Russ was blood and death
Happy Tuesday!