Metrophobia

metrophobia: the fear or hatred of poetry.

This blog is to help overcome metrophobia. It is designed to take a real-life, actually said line/phrase of the day and create a poem or an idea of a poem out of it! Feel free to play along and send your real-life poetry.
Wed Jul 23

Hernia

So in an interesting twist of events, I have been diagnosed with what is called a ‘Femoral Hernia’.  I have a video of the surgery I must undergo here:

http://hcd2.bupa.co.uk/fact_sheets/html/femoral_hernia.html

It’s interesting and informative (thank you BUPA), and freaks me out a bit.  But hopefully I’ll have a nice scar and not three stupid ones, we’ll find out, won’t we.

But this has nothing to do with poetry- or has it? You know how people always joke about having their initials stitched into them (You know my cousin Julia actually sliced herself open and after the doctor stitched it up it was the shape of a perfect ‘J’.  She obviously didn’t mean to land on the log that way, but you see the brilliance behind its occurance anyway, I am sure)?  Well, how wicked of a place to have a poem tattooed on my body- right there with my hernia scar.  I just need some good lyrics.

See what I did there- used ‘lyrics’ instead of ‘verse’, ‘rhyme’, or ‘poetry’.  Mostly because today I was thinking about how easy song writers have it because rhyming ‘love’ with ‘dove’ is easy and that’s what they do. And then ‘Parklife’ by Blur came on and through that theory right out the window… then again, so does Bob Dylan, Eminem, and (I hate to say it) Jason Mraz.  So are they song writers or are they poets whose poetry is set to music? And are songwriters actually only writing simple lyrics to compliment outstanding music (OK, so that’s not always true, but my point is there somewhere).  I don’t know the answer to this now, but I have very much strayed from my initial topic at all which is this:

I have a hernia.  It’s my intestines falling out of my body, and it’s weird.  I’m hoping to be inspired tomorrow at my appointment with a surgeon for a post with an actual poem instead of one comparing Bob Dylan to, say, Taylor Swift (which I shouldn’t do).  So on that note, send me your pity/sympathy/empathy and rhymes.  I need some. 

Sxx