Wednesday, April 29, 2009

National Poetry Month: Day #29

As we near the end of National Poetry Month, I realize I haven't yet featured a poem specifically about the frustrations of writing poems. Here's one of my favorites:

Ambiguous Undulations

Reluctantly, they gather
when I call
my thoughts to order.
My agenda meets
with anguish and resentment.

I can't write a poem

smooth and cool as a rock
worn down from a boulder
by the relentless sea

crisp and clean as a leaf
golden green at birth
on a black limb

sleek and fluid as a tiger
lethal by nature
obscure by design.

A quiet kind of treachery
haunts Sunday mornings,
rustling like feathers
in the nest at dawn presuming
they anticipate the will
of the goddess of sleeping cats.

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