Sunday, July 02, 2006

This isn't the best poem....

...but every attempt I've made to redraft it hasn't worked, and I want to get the sense of it out there even if I'm not happy in the least with the phrasing and order. So, I'll be scattered. That's part of life too!

Funny Thing, This Summer

I've remembered the heat's not an enemy,
I've remembered lazy summer days
at the park, sprawled on the grass.
I've begun to wear perfume again.
To write. To remember how many things
I have loved, until in fear
I pretended to forget I
ever wanted. To live again,
fear and hope. To bend my head
to my wrist and smell sweet spice,
to speak even if no one is listening.


1 comment:

Marilyn said...

I think it's a perfectly lovely poem.