Poetry

Seems like it has been a long time since I have written anything creative. I find I have been very wrapped up in study the past few years...reading books and listening to radio shows that talk about economic statistics and Iatolas. Consequently, I have not allowed myself time to ponder existence and write about it.

This morning, I wrote this poem for a blog my friend started to celebrate the good ol' days when we were in our early 20's and totally love-starved poets. Now, I'm finally in love and it's complicated and largely void of magic. But not becaue the magic went away. I have not treasured the bliss of every moment as I used to. Where is the passion and the longing? Where are the words and the art? Apparently still inside of me, where I found this poem this morning after I attempted a nap.


From a Morning Nap

Sunshine thru my window pale
drops upon my thigh,
so lightly covered by
the yellow sleeping pants I wear,

And on my hair a woven cap
that I did crochet
to keep the Skagway wind away
and drive a yellow bus all day.

The sun is soaked up by the sponge
of early spring clouds gathering
until the wind will wring them out
and make more mud in the fields.

More mud to spin my wheels
as weary I drive
to pay for my life
over days and months and years.

Kk 2/09