3:15 Experiment Poetry: time passes
It’s near the end of 2010. I’m a bit choked up. It’s been a really really challenging year full of losses–Marshall’s loss of mobility (and fortunate full recovery from a broken neck), the loss of Paul Squires and my mom, the loss of my natural blonde hair and my confidence during the bizarre drama of the Women’s Conference, the loss of another friend last week when he took his life. I’m grateful to my friends who have helped me along; I’m looking forward to putting 2010 behind me and moving forward in 2011.
Because it is that time of year for reflection about the passage of time, here are two 3:15 Experiment poems from my new poetry collection, middle of the night poems from daughter to mother :: mother to son (now available from en theos press). Please mark your calendar to join me on 3/15 for a reading in Ventura!
Monday August 3, 2009
3:15 am, home
where does it start &
where does it end?
the baby sighs, snores
the fountain purrs
a car on the freeway
over ocean tide
no blare of fog horn
tells me sky is clear
the moon waxing near full
would cast enough light
to write this night if
I trusted I’d stay awake
(For more poetry, check out the Monday Poetry Train …)
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