New Poem

I don't normally do this, but I thought I'd post the poem that came out of the revision of another poem.

It's a just-out-of-box poem, brand-new, but maybe because tomorrow is my birthday and I'm becoming a little wilder in my old age (I know, my wildness consists of posting early drafts of poems), but here you go, the poem that was born from another... (by the way, the actual poem had a lot of indenting that was lost on the cut and paste, sorry about that...)





Sometimes it’s easier to write
**poof**


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This will only be here a little while today... And it's gone!

Truly, Madly, Briefly

Here's yesterday's poem from the NaPoMoWri project -aka A Poem a Day. (Keyword being "briefly")

And it's gone...


.... too many
leaks at the bottom of the ocean.

My Thoughts on Daylight Savings

Daylight Savings Begins


I am tired, the queen
of simple math: the clock reads seven,
so it must be six.
It is dark, morning-dark, but the killdeer
circle the neighborhood, their high-
pitched call waking the ones who are still
dreaming, still in winter pajamas, flannel
sheets. Forget the tulips,
the already-bloomed and dying crocuses,
any bulb that has to be first
for spring. Their fields are wasted on early
risers, determined and prompt.
Give me the dawdlers, sunflowers
and dahlias of fall, let me have my hour
back, my down comforter a few more
weeks. Return my frost-dipped mornings
where the only things awake are breastfed,
streetlights, a slumbering sky.