NaPoWriMo 3
iPoem
This morning happiness washed through my body
while looking up into a pool of stars
with no one to tell and nothing to write with.
I am stuck inside a car
with a new poem burning my fingers.
This is my own unique brand of crazy.
I talk to an oak in my front yard,
ask it how its survives
all of this early-morning beauty.
It says,
“I am a tree who owns itself.
My joy is the wind through my branches
forever.
Love the dark that awaits—
know that you can bloom at anytime.”
This morning happiness washed through my body
while looking up into a pool of stars
with no one to tell and nothing to write with.
I am stuck inside a car
with a new poem burning my fingers.
This is my own unique brand of crazy.
I talk to an oak in my front yard,
ask it how its survives
all of this early-morning beauty.
It says,
“I am a tree who owns itself.
My joy is the wind through my branches
forever.
Love the dark that awaits—
know that you can bloom at anytime.”
Comments
with a new poem burning my fingers.
This is my own unique brand of crazy.
&
Love the dark that awaits—
know that you can bloom at anytime.
That's a beautiful line and a killer ending (I first wrote 'beautiful lie' ~ I love meaningful mishap :-))
pls take my comments with the admiration in which they are expressed...
I like how you talk to trees, so do I. :)
Hi Leila. What can I say? I wrote this poem just before midnight. Sometimes I have trouble with tenses. At the end of the month, I will look at this and all of the suggestions to start the revision process.
Thanks for the suggestions. Keep 'em coming!
Also adore this: "Know that you can bloom at anytime"--something all of us artists should keep close.
Keep going! I did NaNoWriMo, but I think writing 30 poems might be way harder!
Love,
D.
Love,
D.