Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #55
Tomorrow Wears An Ascot
by Belinda Roddie
Tomorrow wears an ascot, fancy, gray,
and listless, full of poetry. It's been
like this for twenty-three years. Just today,
I thought a student of mine had written
a work that was perhaps original,
but she copied from Julie Sopetrán
(which in no way made it less beautiful,
but I wrote the girl a poem just the same).
Later, my brother downstairs created
a magnum opus of poetic lust -
"Hobbes, you are stupid. You are so stupid.
Go away." A Pulitzer Prize, I trust?
No matter. I'll be slicing up each word
like floss between my teeth so it is heard.
by Belinda Roddie
Tomorrow wears an ascot, fancy, gray,
and listless, full of poetry. It's been
like this for twenty-three years. Just today,
I thought a student of mine had written
a work that was perhaps original,
but she copied from Julie Sopetrán
(which in no way made it less beautiful,
but I wrote the girl a poem just the same).
Later, my brother downstairs created
a magnum opus of poetic lust -
"Hobbes, you are stupid. You are so stupid.
Go away." A Pulitzer Prize, I trust?
No matter. I'll be slicing up each word
like floss between my teeth so it is heard.
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