A poem about rutabagas…

About poetry:

So I’ve been participating in Napowrimo. Every week day, I’ve been writing a poem. It’s good practice. Yesterday, I was ruminating on the word “rutabagas” so I wrote a poem about rutabagas. I think that if you take the pretentiousness and elitism out of poetry, it can be a fun method of self-expression. While I certainly value well thought out, intricate and delicately crafted poetry, I don’t think it’s all poetry can be. If we limit it to just that, then it limits poetry as an art. I’m still considering this, so perhaps my feelings will change or I will have a deeper understanding, we shall see.

In the meantime, a somewhat Seussian poem about rutabagas:

We should eat a rutabaga:

We should eat a rutabaga someday,
if that’s ok
with you.

They say it tastes much like a potato,
but more nutritious
it’s true.

I’d like to try it mashed with butter
or in a hardy stew
brought to a boil.

I’d like to try it roasted in the oven
sprinkled in salt and
drizzled in oil.

It tastes much like a carrot,
but more nutritious
they say.

I’d like to try a rutabaga sometime,
maybe together
if that’s ok.