Wednesday, August 19, 2015


Here's a little scrap of verse I came up with while weeding--in January 2007. With S. at a little over two years old, getting the image down on paper felt like a triumph. My work from that period lacks polish, but that's what it is!

A sticky-fingered mosaicist, I
stealing moments
pasting affinite fragments
into a whole

taking tag-ends of time
to jot, to journal
to think
Ah, to think….

I clutch each slick, slippery subject
slicing my fingertips
on sharp points
but holding on, holding

Until, at last, release!
Pen meets paper
Memory relieved
My notion is noted
My inner artist sated
Poetry set in paper stone

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