The sun? Well, the sun
Was, uh, bright?
I guess that will work
The sun was bright, we'll say
And as for the temperature
In case you were wondering
It was a little warmer than I prefer
But it wasn't terribly hot or anything
But enough about the sun
And the temperature
Surely you're wondering about the subject
Of this poem
The subject of this poem is me
And I'm going to tell you about this one time
When I jogged for many miles
From my house, across town, and back again
Well, I guess that's really about it
Man. This poem sucks.
It's missing something that you typically find
In poems
I'm not sure what it is.
Rhythm, maybe?
Or rhyme?
I don't know.
The language is a little mundane.
It's not metaphorical
And there is no imagery
It doesn't feel like a poem at all.
If, without fears or tears,
You show me your everything
I'll breathe you in like air
And carry you with me, away
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
