I was prompted to write my own poem. In my usual style. For some reason I am unable to escape the iambic. This time iambic tetrameter. Also a mystery to me, but often the case, the poem has a self-reflexive jokey feel.
Hater of Poetry I
"I have been studying great poetry!"
The girl in glasses said to me.
"Alright," I replied with raise of brow
and sat on the chair in which I sit now.
The girl, she persisted, and try as I might,
there was no clear exit within my sight.
I sat and I drifted as she yabbered away,
Discussing iambic, dactyl and trochee.
"Excuse me a moment," I said with a smile,
and ran to the freedom of the Library aisle.
I found myself amongst books stacked tall,
Keats, and Browning and Tennyson all.
I sighed in resignation and turned to leave,
The girl who'd been speaking I did perceive,
"Oh there you are! You came for some more!"
I nodded and suppressed the comment of "bore".
I also played around on my computer and made a Jamie background. It isn't a conventional size, in fact it's 900 by 504. I did it in Paint Shop Pro and Ulead Photo Express.
If you can't read it, it says "The world around me is all aglow... All I feel is pain."
I know it's a strange picture. He's at a very odd angle. I just adore it. He looks so cute. So tired and annoyed but cuddly.
Ahhh, I'm beginning to think I've supplanted my Jason addiction with Jamie addiction. I'm showing all of the signs. But I still think about Jason, so perhaps I've just added another addiction to the long list.