Posts Tagged ‘Bodwell’

Garbage Poem

In Poetry on January 29, 2018 at 9:45 am

I want to write but

all I write is


And who wants to read that?

That’d be like

digging in the trash

to find

rotten leftovers

and expecting anyone to

eat it.

It’s not a 5-star meal.


The words start as

thoughts in my head

and end up like

garbage on the page.

Stinking of second-rate talent.

Smelling like weak attempt.

Oozing desperation.


I cling to the notion that

I should be doing


Grasping at my titles:




Hoping I can be creative in

any way.

Hoping I can still make this


So, tell me,

Who wants to read my

Garbage poem?

It may be my best yet.


Julia Bodwell, USA


Don’t Drink the Water

In Poetry on June 26, 2013 at 3:03 pm

White Man is

Black in his ways,

darker than the

Innocent he hunts.

His bullets sharper than the

blades that fight them,

His cold smiles and

False Friendship

more dangerous than


You could listen hard,

never hear the cries, but

When you stand with your feet

in the water,

The cool liquid passing

between your aching toes, your

skin will turn


The blood still flows fast there.


Julia Bodwell, USA

Blank Page

In Poetry on March 16, 2013 at 1:38 pm

You are the constant ache in the

back of my


I see you in my


You live behind my eyelids,

Wait for them to close,

Make your move.


You eat away


A leech



I cannot defeat you ’til I

Fill your endless White with my



Strangle you with letters,

My commitment

Your death sentence.


Julia Bodwell, USA