Jogging the Mind

Hello all,

I got married, went on my honey moon, and spent a lovely summer with my wife. That’s why I have not been posting at all the last 2 months–but I am happy to get back into it. I wrote several poems in the last few months and edited a few short stories I’m working on but I decided to post something a little different. This is a poem I wrote in high school or very early on in college about a regretful marriage and I post it now because I feel the complete, absolute opposite sentiment of this poem, thank God. Anyway, let me know what you think about this poem if you decide to read it.

Best,

JCO

Eternal Regret
With breath the smell of fresh-laid dung, 
A loving kiss I grant resistant; 
While charming is her serpent tongue, 
I often wish it keeps quite distant; 
A face of green, and boiled strewn, 
She leaks and reeks but all to often; 
And in the silver gleaming moon, 
I dream, I dream, she finds a coffin; 
I know, I know she troubles so, 
With that wretched hair and putrid stare, 
That widdle-waddle of a sow, 
But yes, you’re right, my cross to bear: 

Her presence will always linger 
For I put the ring on her finger.