Thu 6 Oct 2011
Day poems
Posted by PJ under bearing witness, caregiving, day poems, my poetry, poetry
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This ain’t much, but it’s all the creative output I’ve got these days. And I’m glad even for that. I call them day poems for no particular reason except that they crop up during the day while I’m dealing with other stuff. They are roughly haiku in form, though I wouldn’t call them haiku.
Trapped
between love and
aching responsibility
there’s no room for me.
***
Stress
My skin is tinder:
one tiny scratch brings a
conflagration of itching.
***
Life
will burst you wide open
though the locks on your soul
would frustrate Raffles.
