I Am a Writer, Not a Baker
Reality Strikes
My life started humbly to fall apart,
when my writing refused to do it’s part,
“You can’t make money from written art.”
***
So instead of defeat, feeling not very smart,
I took a run to the closest Wal-mart
for supplies to try making different art.
***
Maybe I could bake, to start
I prepare a recipe for a fancy tart,
being a “foodie” is a very fine art.
***
My tart crumbled - it fell apart.
Guess it’s time to face my part,
working with food is not my art.
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Now I must start over again,
I have everything to gain,
if, I decide, I'm all in.
***
I open my laptop to befriend,
writing right now is not my friend,
but maybe fine Frenemies in the end.
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My attempt at a new poetic form called “Diminishing Verse” introduced by Dharsheena Raja Segarran (I took liberties.)
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KJ Aartila
A writer of words in northern WI with a small family and a large menagerie.
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Comments (11)
Great piece whimsical and fun. Very nice 😊
Hence there will always be more people that enjoy food than there will be people that can cook food. Well, thankfully that way there won't be too many chefs in the kitchen.
Very good!
You executed this perfectly! I loved it! Thank you so much for the shoutout! 🥰
Excellent. I think you nailed it.
Oooh nicely done!! I might have to try one of these haha
Aw, I love this! You tried something new with the tarts 🤗 Writing will always be here for us--even when it doesn't act very nice--it will always come back! You did such a great job with this style, this was a fun and relatable read!! ❤️❤️
Great job and I get the message ❤️😉
Oh, I see what you did there. Well done, indeed.
Oooh nice one! This is a form I haven't tried yet... Feel a bit askeerd of it if I'm honest 😁 Tiny typo "it's ime"
This is awesome, Keila! Very funny! Nice work! :)