I always wanted blue jeans, but never could find ones to fit when I was very young. They were either way too loose, or they were way too long. When I finally grew some more, I finally found some that fit, and was so excited, I bought three pairs, a complete entire set! I finally …
Here is a bit of humor from a fellow poet writing poems for NaPoWriMo. I don’t know if he meant it to be humorous, but I found it to be.
Confessionals in the cathedral of Santiago de Compostela, Spain,
by Georges Jansoone, via Wikipedia
It was silly, the heart-pounding,
of sitting there in the twilight
of a near-empty church,
waiting to whisper what a ten-year-old
thought were grievous sins
to a forty-year-old man hiding in a box
behind a screen and a collar.
I remember the nuns making us
practice for first confession
and sending me back to my seat
to think up more sins, since
I couldn’t come up with enough
imaginary ones from which
I could be given a real penance.
I haven’t been back in many years.
Not since one of those guys
sitting in the darkness committed
his own too-real heart-pounding,
sweaty sins and felt forgiven
after some buddy in another box gave him
five Our Fathers and eight Hail Marys.
My catch-up poem, #13 in Poem-a-Day NaPoWriMo 2015, from a prompt asking for a…
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