Sep 2010
Today sat,
perched lazily on the warm
electrical wire, filling the body with heat like
warm soup on a cold,
blustery day. The sparrows
ate pebbles on the driveway as
I sat parked for
a moment,
staring off at the rolling clouds.
I walked down
the broken concrete path and
looked up to see three sparrows looking down
investigatively.
And today, I enjoyed the cold air,
as my nose dripped
and my ribs shook,
because I loved the way the sun
never stayed in one place,
and the way beginnings
followed endings.
perched lazily on the warm
electrical wire, filling the body with heat like
warm soup on a cold,
blustery day. The sparrows
ate pebbles on the driveway as
I sat parked for
a moment,
staring off at the rolling clouds.
I walked down
the broken concrete path and
looked up to see three sparrows looking down
investigatively.
And today, I enjoyed the cold air,
as my nose dripped
and my ribs shook,
because I loved the way the sun
never stayed in one place,
and the way beginnings
followed endings.
Noticing how the way I write these poems has changed since I started in August. Thought I'd go back to the style I started out with a bit by making the lines a little shorter and more reflective, not as prosy as some of the last poems have been.
Tell me what you think.
Tell me what you think.
