I’ve decided I’m going to attempt to write a poem a day in October. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to accomplish it, and I’m double not sure if I’ll want to share what I’ve written…but I am committing myself to trying, and as inspiration I’m going to read poetry every day, so at the very least I will link to a poem I have read. And I know it’s not October yet, but…
The Poetic Process
Drove home stoned on Cohen
and Waits had to write
a poem like a full bladder, brainsharp
pencil, ran
Into the house with a
simultaneous empty that felt like
Hunger, got distracted
by all of the Chores
that never get done
Poured
some water in a pot to boil
Divorced
myself from the conversation
To my room, tried to turn on
Music, music
won’t turn on, got
Distracted by Facebook
as I scrambled for
my journal, which
I found in a crevice
between my bed &
the wall, too small
to fit my hand in to
Got a stiff
bookmark, managed
to knock it over,
then flat
on the floor
once again beyond grasp
As I dropped my favorite
pen in trying
to retrieve it
Rolled far
Underbed, the metal pieces of which
Came apart, thankfully temporarily, as I
wrenched it
away from wall enough
for my fingers to grasp
Several other
Lost Items
Unknowingly Sacrificed
to bed monster
Until finally,
gingerly,
with very fingertips pinching
journal cover
Extracted from
hungry maw
but not before
accidentally pushing it
further underbed, causing
me to burst out
in glee of the fact that
At least now
I had something
completely absurd to
birth upon it’s recovered
pages
And that’s
when the water boiled
over.
❤
Lainie
9/13/2013
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