Thursday, June 14, 2018

Pondering Poetry


pondering poetry, or lack thereof.
a paucity of poetry, preposterous, puzzling.
every night for years, a poem prepared itself.
I never forgot, I'd write quickly as bedtime had long since passed.
now, I forget to write, poetry pops into my head
predominantly as I pause to ponder,
not poetry,
but a photograph, a Chinese countryside
carved in cork perched on the windowsill.

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