Top Three Reasons Why I Didn't Write a New Poem for Poetry Thursday
1. I'm still in a Dodge Poetry Festival funk
2. My son's third birthday was yesterday, I'm pooped!
3. I have two new poems brewing, one of which has to do with my writing challenge.
I encourage to scroll down the blog for the past few days and read/see pictures of Dodge.
As I look through my poems to find something for Poetry Thursday, I realize that I don't have many poems that focus on the body. But I do have this one, which I wrote when I was reading a lot of Ted Kooser poetry at the time. I like the prompt so much that I may add it to my poetry to-do list for this month. (Yes, I keep a poetry to-do list. Do you?)
An hour before sunrise,
I put on my red robe
and walk the dark halls of the house,
listening to its creaking under my feet.
I look into the bathroom mirror,
see the oval of my mother’s face,
warm chestnut. She reminds me
to wipe the sleep out of my eyes
to smooth lotion on my skin,
keeping it soft and ageless.
Not a laugh line or crow’s foot to be found.
I ask her how this poem should end.