Instead, I found myself writing a poem today, the first one in a long, long time. It's not perfect, but it's pretty good. It sings to me. When I finished it, I teared up; it was a moment of catharsis.
Here it is: any and all feedback is welcome and appreciated, however technical or non-technical you want to get. Or just read it and enjoy the poem. Or not.
But here it is.
Look Homeward, Angel
A Lullaby for My Mother
a hapless midge ferried by eddys
of names, dates, and places,
my mother floats through today,
a day similar to yesterdays
when someone who looks like me
and speaks my words brought gifts
to ebb the rising tides of fluids
building in her body, a swollen river
dammed by Ace wraps and Depends
doldrums compounded by weak winds.
this meandering river bears my mother
towards the sea of memory where
refrigerators await with open doors
and maws of stoves call for pizza
and rangetops illuminate the horizon,
her path home.