Today, not so much.
That's how it always goes. Even though I've never tried to write a poem daily before, I wrote four or five days a week in grad school. So I'm very familiar with sitting down and staring out the window for ten minutes without having a single idea I can stand putting on the page. I know this feeling all too well: the ennui, the dull laziness, and the sense that I have nothing to say and have never had anything to say before.
But I persevered. And that's the whole point, right? : P
Yesterday's poem is about a pest-infested shed. Today's poem is about the Lazy River water "ride" at Worlds-of-Fun. Enjoy!
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Day 3
"you find it everywhere,
behind hollow walls, wriggling
between rotted boards, dangling
from exposed beams--life!
dark-eyed, glinting things:
a sea of insects glittering
in soft-sheen shells . . ."
Day 4
"parched maple leaves clinging to the damp tube,
a rosy pall of sunburn blushing down your stomach
as you bump and swirl your way into the future
on sheer, blue, burbling, bleachy waters . . ."
Copyright Lesley Owens, 2010
1 comment:
I absolutely love the visuals that your words bring to my mind when I read them! No matter how pest-infested that shed may be......I'm going in! There has to be some great, wonderful "treasures" hidden within! xoxoxox
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