So...some doggerel.
I.
buying a farm is like
trying to braid water
climbing the hill is like
buying the hill
being alive is like
peaches in your pajamas
growing carrots is like
combing the rain
II.
being alive is like
buying a farm
buying the hill is like
climbing the hill
combing the rain is like
growing carrots
peaches in your pajamas is like
trying to braid water
I'm not getting anywhere yet. I wrote a bunch of surreal similes, then sorted the lines (minus "is like") alphabetically and re-paired them.
trying to braid water
no better than combing the rain
so strange that the stream
can cut stone, kill children,
feed carrots and refugees
when you can watch the yellow slickers
behind Niagara
or the smooth belly of your lover
in the shower
as if through some imaginary barrier
some checkpoint of clouds
Yeah, OK, whatever. I've got to start earlier in the day if I want real results.
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The second poem is nice! Maybe consider beginning with "The river..."
Isn't it weird that starting earlier in the day yields better results? Why is that? It's so true for me, as well.
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