I'm in a poetry kick today. As some of you may know, on my other blog, Plenty of Hours, I got a shuffle to write a haiku. After said haikus I got in to the mood to try to write a story like normally do, but in the format of a poem. It's no Beowulf or Odyssey or Paul Revere for that matter, but it's something I've never tried before. Let me know what you think!
Today I saw me times
three.
One who played
aggressively on the court,
Two sat on the bench
fixated upon a report,
And Me Number Three relaxed
beneath the Lonely Tree.
They were all the same
as me in every way,
Long dark and silky
hair,
An ocean deep blue
stare,
And skin as tan as a
French latte.
It was only I who
seemed to react,
My mouth as wide as a
double door.
I prayed that there
could not be any more,
For my brain could no
longer abstract.
“What the hell is
happening here?”
I unconsciously said
aloud.
I quickly covered my
eye as if to enshroud.
“Please tell me I’m
looking at a mirror.”
I heard the basketball
game slowly waive
Number One must have
heard my cry.
I prayed to god hoping
she was shy,
And not someone as
insanely brave.
I twisted my torso to
show my back,
The sound of footsteps
slowly crescendoed.
The beating of my heart
quickly zeroed.
Oh god was I having a
heart attack?
“Why do we look the
same?”
She spoke panting yet
sweet.
I withdrew my hands
knowing I was effete.
“Please tell me you at
least have a different name.”
From this I could tell
she was in shock,
“My name is Emily J.
Poke,”
The words trembled as I
spoke.
My copy said nothing,
all she did was gawk.
When she spoke her
voice was as thin as her bones,
“My name is Jamie T.
Gin,
Are you my long lost
twin?”
I took it she didn’t
see the other clones.
I simply shook my head
side-to-side,
“Look north that way by
the bench,”
I said pointing my
thumb and resisting to blench.
My clone look that away
and her mouth grew wide.
“I see two more of us
that way,”
She whispered and
pointed to number Two,
“The look like they’re
having the same conversation as me and you.”
I looked and I saw Two
and Three conversing as if some cliché.
Me Two and Three waved
at us,
They waved the way old
friends do.
“Do you think they want
us to come to?”
I said trying as if to
discuss.
“I say let them come
here,”
Number One said taking
a seat
My clone look depressed
almost deadbeat.
“Until then, I need a
beer.”
