Really Bad Magnetic Poetry: Edition 1

A long time ago I think I mentioned that I have several cookie sheets of magnetic poetry under my bed. Sometimes I forget to use them, and so I’ve decided to motivate myself to crawl under the bed and retrieve them more often by publishing (really bad) magnetic poems now and then here on my blog.

Magnetic poetry is extremely entertaining for me. Words just pop around on the cookie sheets as I’m creating the poem, and I really never know what my mind is going to do next. The poems never end up like normal poems I would write, and they are positively never about me, which makes me think that if I ever get up enough energy to write some creative fiction, I should start with magnetic poetry. I could come up with some pretty interesting characters all those dramatic magnetic poems might be about.

I actually finished this poem on Friday night, but I didn’t get around to writing it down on paper until last night. Sometime in the meanwhile, one of my kids stole a verb out of one of the lines and put it somewhere else on the cookie sheet, and for the life of me I can’t remember what the verb was! I had to substitute a different magnet, and it is driving me a little bonkers that I can’t remember what the word was.

Haunting Questions
never a fool
its feverish chant almost broken
a red velvet poison of worry
needles my bleeding heart
throbs ferociously
a ghost blindly embracing
the vast decay of my laugh