It's also National Poetry Month. My goal is to write a poem a day.
Join me?
Here's poem one. Don't think I'll post all of them, but today, sure.
Pretend Today is Yesterday
I write this at a stoplight,
journal propped on the wheel,
bobbing my head to check for the arrow.
All the words are taken anyway,
so what can it matter when or how
I slap these down?
"Was my heart the same color
as the rose?" asks the kid
on the radio.
"How do I tell the bad guys
from the good guys?"
asks the bird carrying a twig
four times its size.
Rose, Bird, I can't say.
When walking,
I pass shattered barbie flesh,
worms on the sidewalk,
a green apple flattened, browning.
2 comments:
Go, you. A poem a day impresses me more than you know. I have one very good poem. One. Which is why I write stories these days.
Did you really write this at a stoplight?
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