Waves

(This poem is inspired by a character in one of my manuscripts. but I probably will not use it since her backstory has changed…)

The night was black, and the the ocean pounded, pounded, pounded agains the rocks.

My father was gone, gone, gone.

And it beat a hole against the rocks, made a cave in my chest.

Sometimes the water floods in, makes it feel full, and sometimes

it’s empty.

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In My Heart I Am a Poet

As promised last week, here is one of the poems from my little purple notebook.

In my heart, I am a poet.

But the words won’t come

       when bidden.

They come in the night when the world is asleep

         when my mind is empty

and quiet as the room.

Warm cat purring,

down comforter comforting,

a blanket of sleep squeezing tight.

Awake, the words fail to delight.

No longer profound.

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Little Purple Notebook

Sometimes when I’m tired, sentences pop into my head.

I scribble them down in a little purple notebook that I keep by my bedside. Mostly they are story ideas that may or may not go anywhere, or ideas for solving a problem in one of my manuscripts, but occasionally I jot down a poem.

Some of these poems are seared into my brain; some of them I forget as soon as they’re written down. (Sometimes my pen is an eraser of memories.)

I was glancing through my little purple notebook today and thought why not put them in my blog?

So over the next few weeks I’ve scheduled some of them to go online.

I’ll tag them: Little Purple Notebook. I’ll post them approximately once a week until I run out, or until I decide the posts are too embarrassing and I need to delete them all…

:) ASJK

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