Dinner

Bubbling bacon basks on the bright blaze blobs blow up, burning beautifically on coal beds The bark below bothers me as I lay back taking the bite: the branch bears the burden of my tired bones *Just a note, this is basically a joke written to try and figure out a genre, not really a serious poem*

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Matthew Anish

Date: 12/6/2011 8:41:00 AM

You should write some alliterative poems. J.R. R. Tolkien wrote long ones and if you review his narrative work it may help you with this form. Peace & Love Matthew Anish

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 12/5/2011 10:04:00 PM

I enjoyed your alliterative practice, Grace!! Actually it all made good sense to me, but what were the blobs that blow up? For me Bacon just shrinks. I LOVE the last few lines. They rock.

Grace Williams
Date: 12/7/2011 8:21:00 PM

I am really glad you liked it! They were supposed to be the bubbles of fat that pop on the pan when you're cooking bacon. It is true, I didn't exactly explain them properly.