My iPad keyboard reveals which keys I use the most. Smudgy traces of my fingers linger on the
keys are still new looking. Yes, after I noticed the smudginess I gently scrubbed it with a soft sudsy cloth but not before I made a sorta scientific study which consisted of jotting down the smudge/nonsmudge keys and then considering what words I must be leaving out.
At first I thought I might make up words of those underused letters but then I noticed there was no vowel. Then I conjured all those weird words my English teachers used to get so fascinated about clutching their heart enraptured over some old writing that I couldn’t get adolescently stirred up for.
Anyhow that thought trail led me to write this poem for day 13 of this oh so exhilarating challenge.
Word cake, they served it in high school and college
Layered up stories and high minded sonnets
Condensed or flambéed to stir us to think
But drug us all close to the edge of the brink
Longingly lumbering flowery knowy
Old language of poets heavy and doughy
We studied a mouthful, but we were too slowly
Chewing on words a little bit showy
Or so light they puffed up
Now what did they say
Fancy tiered laying flat
Their complicated meaning take
We learned we know nothing
With cream they were stuffing
Our frosted dreams and airy things
Grown fat on old something