Rereading a few of Pablo Neruda’s odes for yesterday’s poem put the form in my mind today. I tried to play along with a different poetry project today but ended up drafting several extremely bad poems that needed to be abandoned forever in the notebook. So I wrote a kind of not-ode.
Ode to Bad Poems
there
you sit
in my
notebook
with your
false start
dead end
forced rhyme
mixed metaphor
bad poem,
you are
underbaked
overblown
sentimental
nonsensical
you
make me
wonder
why
i even
bother
keeping
a notebook
i am
not
falsely
humble or
overly
critical,
but i
cannot
forgive
you,
bad poem,
for being
so
unpoetical
so
embarrassing
there
you sit
in my
notebook
and
there
you should
stay
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For my National Poetry Project, I’m playing along with the poetry calendar created by Margaret and Molly.
the dirigible plum 
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