30/30 #1

Happy National Poetry Writing Month! Hope you enjoy my 1st of 30 poems to come, I promise they will get progressively better and then somewhere in the middle they will progressively get worse πŸ™‚ that’s just how it goes for me…

I forgot how to be a poet today
left my permanent marker at home
so the world, or at least one bathroom stall
is missing my words of wisdom-wisdom being lessons learned the hard way

My notebook remained tucked neatly in its place
unopened, waiting for the breath of ink to exhale life into it,
the microphone stands alone on stage
deprived of my shaky voiced courage

Somewhere in Georgia a young woman
didn’t get to hear her story written by my experience
because I couldn’t figure it out in time,
Dear stranger, my apologies.

Some times I don’t see the worth in my work
Those days, when I begin to doubt myself
Are the days I forget that being a poet
sometimes leaves you struggling to define what being a poet
really is…


2 thoughts on “30/30 #1

  1. This is a great piece and I especially love the ending. I believe in one place you wrote “shaky” and for me, I found “shakily” flowed better but of course this is your poem so it’s up to you. πŸ™‚ Great as ever!

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