A Collection of Subpar Poetry

Fun

“Fun” by Corryn Thompson

Trying to define “fun”, I found myself stuttering and saying “um” far too frequently

I had been so adamant about defining the term yet I found that the only images coming to mind could not be condensed into the thousands of words they were worth

However, I’ll do my best

Fun is sitting on a blanket outside with a warm breeze carrying music through the air

Only to be captured by a bubble being blown from cheap plastic wands

Fun is sitting in an overwhelmingly large room full of chattering adolescences at a table across just one person

who is delving into their passions and ideas to the extent of raising their voice and apologizing 

for it

Fun is standing front row at a concert that makes it seem like you’ve waited your whole life to see these wonderful people so out of reach

And you’re shouting the lyrics, watching their faces contort into these beautifully broken masterpieces

An example of your own image

Fun is explaining something meaningful to a good listener

Your voice rising and falling as you have so many times before

Waving your hands in an attempt to grasp thin words out of thin air

They don’t compare

To feeling

Fun is meeting someone new and discovering their ideas and watching their eyes shine when you

only know how dull

the world

can be

Fun is being alone

And all you have is the silence as company

Because silence is such sweet harmony to thought

Fun is NOT a list of requirements that loom over your ever shrinking freedom

It cannot be defined with dark words on faded paper

Fun is not specifically happiness, being carefree, and smiling

Fun can mean the clenching of your heart as you wait in line at that concert

It can be the charming lull in someone’s voice

It’s the symphony between silence and thought

Or a bursting bubble on a child’s nose

I can’t define fun as specifically as I would like

But I hope you get the point