Since I have been slacking lately, I thought I'd share my attempts to do Sophie's homework (describing her bedroom). I always got better grades when I made stuff up.

She didn't use my essay though,

because that would be cheeting.

Sophie's Room, an essay

Poetry workshop

In response to Carrisa's invite, I wrote a poem using the rules of the workshop she attended.

First, I had Brett give me 5 words

Recumbent
fish
key
California
Sweet

Second, I picked a word to follow & correlate with that word

Recumbent BIKE
fish SOUP
key CONCEPT
California SUN
Sweet BRETT

Third, you replace the original words with with a word 3 letters down in the alphabet that goes with the new (second) word (recumbent=R>s, t,u. U= unforgotten)

(Recumbent) UNFORGOTTEN bike
(fish) INKY soup
(key) NAIVE concept
(California) FLIRTATIOUS Sun
(Sweet) VAMPIRIC brett ( I know, but it was the least boring V word I could think of).


Fourth, Write a poem using one of those phrases per line, (on a time limit):

As the flirtatious sun teased of dawn
an unforgotten bike lie drowning in it's oil.
Here, a boy watched his aberrant reflection in the inky soup
considering the naive concept that, in looking, he himself had been altered.
A friendless rain drop rippled oil across the lips of vampiric Brett.

Fifth, You flip the order of the lines in the stanza ( I cheated and changed punctuation to help with the, um, nonsense that resulted :

A friendless rain drop rippled oil across the lips of vampiric Brett.
Considering the naive concept that (in looking) he himself had been altered,
here, a boy watched his aberrant reflection in the inky soup.
An unforgotten bike lie drowning in it's oil
as the flirtatious sun teased of dawn.


According to my spell checker (and apparently my dictionary), unforgotten is not a word. Oh well, that's poetic license for ya.

4:30am-4:35am

Oh Fair Fairest Brett-Brett
The dawn has not yet waked
I hear the wind, but feel it not,
the leaves cease not to quake

I ponder on thy absence
as the refrigerator snores
to the echo of an empty house
and all its empty drawers

No Brett Brett in my freezer.
No Brett Brett in the tub-
and no more Utah Truffles,
In which to drown my love.

No Brett Brett in the silence
or on the fresh Sponged walls
No Brett here to answer to
My Waking "Brett Brett?" calls.