lend me a
bit of a
repose
jump in and then
jump out for a
moment
i can run and run
and get things done
but i need a break every
now and again
even if it’s just half an hour
to write my morning poetry
[and then back to grinding]
lend me a
bit of a
repose
jump in and then
jump out for a
moment
i can run and run
and get things done
but i need a break every
now and again
even if it’s just half an hour
to write my morning poetry
[and then back to grinding]
silly poems
almost rhyming
not quite staying inside a scheme
playing around with meter
with rhythm
with all the parts of a poem
but never in a way that feels
precise
refined
polished
my poetry exists to guide non-poets
into expression
not to be analyzed
not
at
all
i wonder what i’d be like
free
from the depression
that so often
buries me
[would i even recognize
in a mirror
the person i’d see?]