Almost a poem

spotty bananas and a tiny dish of salt with pottery tagine cover (almost a poem)
Spotty bananas with salt: almost a poem

Almost every word you say
or sing or write or hear
almost every word
contains a poem
or deserves a poem.

Almost, for example.
Not all or most
or most of all
but a daily word
first with a forgotten L
clonking along behind
tied like a tin can
on the loose
sort of like Just Married
until the string wore thin.

Almost is on every horizon
absolute, ultimate
calling, always calling.
Until. Until

~ Rachel McAlpine 2020

It’s time to start writing almost a poem almost every day and letting some of them loose half-baked. Every day is easier than now and then. And on a blog, I can edit them any old time.

8 thoughts on “Almost a poem

  1. rummuser says:

    While I am often accused of waxing eloquent and even being poetic, I can’t write poems if my life depended on it. I applaud you your ability to.

    1. Rachel McAlpine says:

      Born that way!

  2. Elizabeth says:

    That is almost a great idea. I almost think I will take you up on the challenge. I almost can finish the bananas now ripening on our counter. Ours are almost beginning to resemble yours.

    1. Rachel McAlpine says:

      This was a delightful wee chat, Elizabeth. Good morning!

      1. Elizabeth says:


  3. This was beautiful! I was beaming from ear to ear while reading this almost-poem.

  4. Joared says:

    Oh, this was quite novel. With a few more words perhaps it could become a book, almost.

    1. Rachel McAlpine says:

      Hm, there’s a thought

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