Let's Go The spring sun shines My dog is hopeful She noses at my keys But there isn't time. My dog is hopeful The tail is wagging But there isn't time "Let's go," her eyes plead. The tail is wagging She noses at my keys "Let's go," her eyes plead. The spring sun shines.
This week’s Poetry Friday is hosted by Susan at Soul Blossom Living.
This is my first time taking part in Poetry Friday. Many thanks to Molly Hogan of Nix the Comfort Zone for hosting this week. The Poetry Friday hosting list can be found in the sidebar at A Year of Reading.
I have wanted to take part in this activity for a while now, especially since I have begun writing my memoir. The harder I try to write this specific work of creative nonfiction, the more poetry starts to insist on coming out of my head. I’m sure the Universe is amused at this.
Here are my two poems.
Superintendent He walks the halls like He owns them These halls, these walls, These doors, behind which Tenants cower. Jangling keys, Steel-toed boots, Stride of a mission. Roof leak on Rent day. Quintet Five graves on a cedar knoll Roots twisted around stones, The writing eroded. In the surrounding pasture, The cows, oblivious To the nameless dead, Flick futile tails at flies Clustered to drink In the pools of their eyes. The sun shines down, A light in August, While life lolls on.