Poem 4/11/11




I Choose to Poem

but I want to tell myself I could skip a day.
.......I'm tired
........we just got back home
..........there's laundry to be done
...........everyone is cranky
............so cranky
.............I don't feel inspired

But this poem is writing itself.

Every day, I show up to my life,
or it becomes not my life.
I choose to be here, poeming,
instead of playing Scrabble on my iPod
or checkers, or checking facebook...

But this moment is hard:
I'm tired. I'm grouchy. I want to veg.
Instead I choose to show up,
at least for a little bit.

Touch the corner stone of my life:
put my feelings/ thoughts/ choices
into words. And edit (and edit). Choose.

Poetry matters to me. Art matters.
My life is the choices that I make every moment.

I notice and am noticed. I am.

Poem crashing into poem crashing into poem.
Words finding me when I choose
to flow in the now and poem my life.