Sunday, 10 April 2011


So I was just looking at the prompts on the NaPoWriMo website, and I feel like doing the one for Day Nine, even though it's Day Ten. This is a backwards poem--I'm supposed to write the last line (an old saying) first, then the second-to-last, and so on. Here goes.

give thanks
and everything in moderation
these are things i have learned
from your children; honest men and good women
and the good book. the other good book.

in some ways we are the same.
we have both written words for lovers just out of reach,
watched feet and lamented the lack of bridges,
wound our fingers through imaginary hair
and tilted our heads to the left, sighing.

yes, we are very much alike
except that you are a willow tree
and i am a paper crane, unfurling.
except for the dust collecting on your books, the guns.

i am allowed to reinvent the way you smelled,
or the first time i saw your portrait
and it became the ghastly picture of god.

every once in a while your hand pops out like a cabbage
and I have been tempted to take it, but:
everything in moderation.

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