Poet-on-Demand

April 21, 2018
By dy/dx GOLD, Edina, Minnesota
dy/dx GOLD, Edina, Minnesota
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"So what’s calculus? In a sentence: If it moves at a varying speed, if it has a curvy shape, if it has a maximum that you’d like to find, or if it involves adding up an infinite number of terms, then you’re probably looking at calculus." - Stanley F. Schmidt, Ph. D.


I used to be a poet-on-demand.
Their curious faces looked at none but me.
When I did write, the poems turned to sand.

I would imagine stories swift and grand
and points of view, me, you, them, he, and she.
I used to be a poet-on-demand.

They badgered me with sharp and shrill commands;
My time was short, the hours dark and wee.
When I did write, the poems turned to sand.

With no more life, my verse became so bland
that no one knew I'd been a prodigy.
I used to be a poet-on-demand.

My face was slapped by angry, burning hands;
like firemen, they ordered me to flee.
When I did write, the poems turned to sand.

I'm now a waiter at Salut on Grand.
I now cost money - I'm no longer free.
I used to be a poet-on-demand.
When I did write, the poems turned to sand.


The author's comments:

This villanelle is about a former poet who used to write poetry on demand at literary events such as Teen Lit Con.


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