poetic leads and dead ends

My little brother tells me this is not poetry:

i went for a drive today
i took a car
a car, i took someone else’s car
i liked it
it was therapeutic

He says it sounds like an autistic thief. He thought this was a better alternative, (but he never claimed that it was poetic – actually he never said he thought it was better either, but he did say it. actually, he didn’t even say it. he typed it in the chat window):

46, 46, 46, 46
46 matches
46 matches

I don’t know. I say poetry is where you find it. And if he was writing a poem tonight, I believe it would be entitled something like “backyard edamame love.” Look for it in the comments section.

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Wife of one, mother of four, friend of many. Lover of details, color, good conversations, finding balance, and being honest. Passionate lover of a well-crafted sentence - even more so if it's witty. Weird blend of cynical optimist. I'm the worst kind of woman. I'm high maintenance, but I think I'm low maintenance. Somehow, people still love me. Must be grace.
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3 Responses to poetic leads and dead ends

  1. Marcus says:

    As you wish, dear sister… Behold:

    Backyard Edamame Love

    I have a sister
    she’s my big sister
    except I’m bigger than she is
    so she’s my little big sister
    She told me to eat a bean
    except it’s not a bean
    it’s edamame
    like, I ed a ma-me, but the pharaoh took him away
    except I didn’t have a mummy
    just a bean.
    I ate the bean
    I liked the bean
    so I ate more beans
    more edamame.
    Now I eat the beans
    when I’m watching TV
    or reading a book
    or walking in the yard
    except I haven’t eaten edamame in the yard
    but I would like it
    if I did.
    Next time I eat those beans
    I’m gonna stand in my backyard
    and all the shells
    I can drop
    right on the ground.

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  2. Ruthie says:

    Ecellent! Perfection…. kind of like edamame… except it doesn’t have to be steamed… just enjoyed…. I would enjoy it in the backyard while you eat your edamame… except I don’t have a computer in the backyard… but I do finally have a backyard….. except maybe it’s just another front yard… And thank you.

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  3. joycemoyerhostetter says:

    Must be a really in-house convo going on here!

    Like

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