8:31 p.m. - Jul. 16, 2002
Mooch (and poetry)
That's right, I feel like a mooch. But, I don't mind really. My mother, my Poppy and my son are all in Europe right now. I am over at their place,
eating their food, drinking their cokes, washing my laundry...and using
their Internet service! Cheers to the good life...
I've had these two poems in my purse for almost a week now - hoping for a
free moment at work where I could sit down & send them to wig. But, work
has been nonstop madness, so I haven't been able to put pen to paper (so to
speak) until now.
They are both poems that I originally wrote in 1988. The other night (and I
don't know why), I opened up an old book of my poetry and read from it. I
came across these two poems...and decided right then and there to re-work / re-write them. Who needs sleep when there is poetry to be written? :)
Poem # 1 Wet Sunlight
City of sardine cans shine
From the highway
I see puddles of pavement
Stretching further and further
Towards the green nothing
Of trees and bugs
I like the big
Shiny
Liquid buildings of lights
And the scurry like mice
Of men and machine
The sky so bold
To cover with clouds
The city
Bone-grey like sand
I have seen so many faces
Heard so many whispers
The city
Secrets lie face down
Winds of change blow
Running, I feel music
Beat beating in my stomach
And I cannot get to the middle
Soon enough
To climb the walls
And look out over
Oceans and oceans and oceans...
Of city.
Aug 1988 / July 2002
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Poem #2: Beach Poem #1
Grey blue sky
Light & shadow on the sand
Waves lick the jetty
And I taste the salt of the wind
On my face
Mist of cool air fills my chest
And I find myself happily alone
In this beautiful place
Peace from the ocean
Peace from the sky
Surrender swept slowly by
I breathe in the ocean
I taste of the tide
I am so blessed
This moment is mine
July 1988 / July 2002
