Poetry shouldn’t have to be so serious all the time. Poems are a quick glimpse into a part of life that we have all lived, a moment in time that could be described to just about anyone from any culture or any language and they would understand. Too often poetry is very serious tackling dire topics like death and love. Sometimes poetry can be funny, goofy, lovable, or even slightly amusing. It’s a pass at elevator conversation, a thirty second impression that can be pleasant and charming.
I wrote this one for my wife. For ten years I’ve been writing little poems for her, then I leave them up on the computer or leave them on a piece of paper, or they get published somewhere and she happens on them. And she knows they’re for her and she knows more about the poem than anyone else and it’s supposed to be amusing, fun, and charming.
About An Herb
Fresh basil after a rain tastes better.
Sure it does.
Have you ever been staring at your basil plant all day?
And it’s drooping and tired
And it looks sweaty
And you think,
‘Christ if we had some damn water and a breeze this thing’d be all right’
And then thick clouds roll up and the breeze kicks in and the trees start complaining all over the place
So you go inside, bemused.
But then you notice the damn basil kicked up. And now it’s time for fucking pizza?
And there you are up against the wind, trimming away with kitchen shears at something you grew!
And it tastes so good.
You just buy your basil at the grocery store?
Like, in that little plastic sheath?
Huh. That’s cool, bro.
Never mind then.
(The photo was borrowed from: http://wahagarden.com/)
Anthony N. White is a writer currently living in Rochester, NY.
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