A new book to house this year's (and future years) NationalPoetryMonth's daily poems. |
I'm writing once again this year. This book is my special event place for thirty special poems. Here for National Poetry Month in 2018, I'm participating but life has not been kind in the last 15 months, so I'm not always in writing mode. |
1: the plums were for my mother she died while you were away 2: the fruit you ate were large purple grapes from Japan, you never had any taste 3: red, juicy plums, filled with sweet-tooth yearnings, or those, I meant to say, of expecting mothers 4: Margarita, our third-floor neighbor told me her plums disappeared last night what else do you take from her? 5: the real ones are always in the fruit bowl it’s amazing you still digest wax so well 6: forgive you? what offering did you leave in their place? 7: have I ever mixed plums in the morning smoothie? I buy them for you, to nourish your guilt 8: left on the unset breakfast table: they were a gift for your mother and her sudden arrival I’ve left for an undramatic weekend 9: I have forgiven infidelity and bankruptcy you can taste my sweet, ice-box shoulders at bedtime 10: this is just to say I found the no-longer-secret bank account, emptied most of it elsewhere, and changed your password plums are a beggar's luxury now snark on a midnight snack [2018.21.4…a] After William Carlos Williams "This is just to say" https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/just-say |