1
wild conures call
while i wipe the glass tabletop
clean
awaiting company—
freshly arrived poems
—february 51You may have noticed this poem originally appeared, in a slightly different form, in last week’s TWIP. Apparently, I can’t keep track of my start and end dates. 😆
2
to bed too late
and headachey
up too early
headachey
life can be
…you know
3
high surf advisory
all boat tours canceled
lonely whitecaps
4
overtrimmed hedges
tremble against the wall—
sunflood
—february 6
5
i am nothing
but
a mandala
—february 8
6
feverish
from hard work
losing
the thread
of the story
7
those cloudy days
when 10 words come out
as 100
8
reading
of pure countryside air
the wail of sirens
9
“I lost my cannonball”
he says
while I contemplate
The Comedy of Errors—
Sunday evening
—february 9
10
slanted sunlight
in air conditioned air
the heavy weight
of not feeling
why I sit here
11
i never understood
the appeal of pajamas
i would rather live
day in, day out
wearing wings
—february 10
This Week in Poetry is an experiment in journaling through poetry, and sharing micro-moments of my life and writings, every week for a whole year. Thanks for coming along for part of the journey.
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Photo Credits
Top photo: Max Okhrimenko
Bottom photo: Fati Laraí Lará