Poem for Poetry Thursday
Didn't write a new poem, but I plucked one from my manuscript. I think my brain is on summer vacation because I haven't written any new poems lately. However, I have been keeping busy on the poetry front.
I managed to send out my work to two publishers, for a total of three publishers who are fingering my manuscript as I type--at least that's the hope. Also, I entered one poetry contest and started reading Daisy Fried's My Brother Is Getting Arrested Again. No new poetry written but still a good week.
Additionally, I picked up a really good poetry meme that I encourage you to try. I was surprised by how my answers reflect how I feel about poetry.
Back to this week's poem. It is a take on a John Updike poem called "Back from Vacation."
Happy Poetry Thursday everyone!
Back from Maternity Leave
“Did anyone miss me?” the new mommy asks,
amazed to find the working world just as she left it.
Her absence not even a crack in the
glass ceiling sky. Clients failed to notice her return,
promotions were handed out like candy, and
time flowed through their hands like paper clips.
The desk jockeys think she’s moonlighting when
She describes the first toothless smile, the first giggle,
the first time her daughter holds her finger
while feeding from her swollen breasts.
Just a pile of new project files marks her return.
Her office door closes in lockdown.
The cosmic tumblers click shut.
The yoke still fits, warm as if never unbridled.
I managed to send out my work to two publishers, for a total of three publishers who are fingering my manuscript as I type--at least that's the hope. Also, I entered one poetry contest and started reading Daisy Fried's My Brother Is Getting Arrested Again. No new poetry written but still a good week.
Additionally, I picked up a really good poetry meme that I encourage you to try. I was surprised by how my answers reflect how I feel about poetry.
Back to this week's poem. It is a take on a John Updike poem called "Back from Vacation."
Happy Poetry Thursday everyone!
Back from Maternity Leave
“Did anyone miss me?” the new mommy asks,
amazed to find the working world just as she left it.
Her absence not even a crack in the
glass ceiling sky. Clients failed to notice her return,
promotions were handed out like candy, and
time flowed through their hands like paper clips.
The desk jockeys think she’s moonlighting when
She describes the first toothless smile, the first giggle,
the first time her daughter holds her finger
while feeding from her swollen breasts.
Just a pile of new project files marks her return.
Her office door closes in lockdown.
The cosmic tumblers click shut.
The yoke still fits, warm as if never unbridled.
Comments
My gut feeling is that most readers won't see both poems together.
It's been good to catch up again. How come you are still so productive even when you say you're not writing?!