2.07.2017

Shift

I found myself crying at the end
of a movie about writing poetry,
and promised to write more poems.
I’ve felt small, unable to address
the fear and artifice and wonder
that adds up in frequently unequal
measure to make a life. The cat
sits on my lap as my family sleeps.
Fingers twined in her fur, I wonder
about sleep and dreams and being
awake at this time in human history.
I’m still thinking about the movie,
and figure so long as I’m here
I should document the hell out of it.
So I start with this February morning:
coffee, cat, a promise to write poems.


Sharing in the Imaginary Garden on The Tuesday Platform.

11 comments:

  1. Just the kind of inspiration I am looking for... a lovely poem.

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  2. I l love this! (Particularly - but not only - the cat.)

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  3. I should document the hell out of it.
    So I start with this February morning

    Once decided there is no turning back. Bring out all the poems!

    Hank

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  4. luv this
    "So I start with this February morning:
    coffee, cat, a promise to write poems."

    much love...

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  5. Writing poems is more difficult than some might imagine. It takes something out of you and gives something back.

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  6. Every moment is waiting to be in a poem.

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  7. I like this intimate portrait of a writer alone, moved by art to write her way to understanding, if not accepting the world around her.

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  8. What a wonderful moment captured... so well done.

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  9. Love your nice morning retrospect, Marian, especially that morning start promise, . More of us should have those, most every morning. But then, ... I'm retired, I can follow my nose more easily than fulfilling promises.
    I have started my next poem though, first line is admonition quote from a really nice FB friend,
    "Write! Write! Write like the wind! :)" (smile emoticon was included)
    ..

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