Poem for Poetry Thursday
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?)
Morning Poem
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.
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?)
Morning Poem
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.
Comments
1 - Happy birthday to your little joy
2 - Thanks for sharing Dodge - looks just like heaven.
3 - Isn't it wonderful to have a poem like that just waiting to be shared?
You rock!
Wendy, the red robe is the first Christmas gift my husband gave me 10 years ago. It's terrycloth and very old. But it is like a warm blanket first thing in the morning.
Probably too much detail but I do love it.
And I love the poem you posted for today. Funny, the fragments I have rattling around in my head because of this prompt - fragments that might want to turn themselves into a poem - have to do with the ways I see my mother in me.
I don't have a poetry to-do list, but I do have a big box of poetry ideas and half written poems that I dip into when I need inspiration.
And I enjoyed this poem of yours as much as i did the first time around - still fresh :-)
I hate revision.
But I should post my Poetry To-Do List, much like Writer Bug does for her fiction.
Thanks for shraring your Dodge experiences - I was inspired vicariously!
i love the ending
well done
crying.
you have such a gift.
thank you for sharing this.
Tara: I have been behind, too, on reading other blogs. So much good writing out there, and not enough time to read it.