I’d like to write a poem

I’d like to write a poem
about my feelings
about my struggles (such that they are)
about my everyday and every night

I’d like to put words together
in a pretty way
with wit, rhyme, rhythm, meaning, metaphor, simile
and other devices
things I learned in Mrs. Greene’s 11th grade English class

That was my year of Shakespeare.
Hamlet, Othello, the Taming of the Shrew, The Scottish play

That was the year of Candide
What else did we read?
I don’t quite remember

I’d like to write a poem that digresses
that goes off-topic and then comes back

I could call it experimental
I could call it improv
I could say it’s the start of my one-woman show that I’ll perform when I’m 62

When I’m on my fifth career
After I’ve sold my 12th collage, I’ll be ready to move on to something else

I’d like to sit down and write many poems
and then paste them to the walls
I wouldn’t do that

When I was a teenager I wrote on my full-length mirror
I thought I was artsy
I guess I was
I quoted the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.
I wrote “Hang the sense of it and keep yourself occupied.”

I wrote other things on that mirror, but I don’t know what.
I don’t have the mirror anymore.
I wish I did.


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