Jays
are back
blue & flashy & loud
arguing
with ravens
all around town.The beach
is littered with glass
sharp-edged
stones, broken
crockery
shells, rain
from a slate
sky.Today I nearly swallowed
a lady bug.
It was harsh
& pungent
a bitter
taste on my tongue.I walked
to the end
of the road, dogs
geese
the sea
a garden of huge cabbages, gulls
crying
on the water.I came home wet and steaming.
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@WATERMARK |A Poet's Notebook
- Disclaimer
Please do not assume that I am the speaker/ subject of my poems.
In these times of creative nonfiction and fictionalized memoirs, I think of the poem itself as true fiction: it is most likely not factual, but it must be true.
It is likely to be -- it is best if it is -- a truth I did not know before I wrote, and may not understand even then.
A poem is my way of discovering (dis-covering) what I feel; sometimes, what I think -- but it is not necessarily biographical.
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