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 my mornings, 

 rustling like feathers 

 in a nest at dawn,

anticipating the will

of the goddess of sleeping cats.

©2001 L.A. Smith.