A Poem for Day Seventeen
I'll tell you what
it's really hard
This cozy concept
of dear devotion
(easily attained
in quiet dawn)
Evaporates
with the most surprising
swiftness
One foray into shopping
one attempt to get 'er done
And I am rendered
a grumpy mess
Easily tried
and short on grace
I close inward
to self protect
And you are not
appalled
or even
disappointed
You grin a little
and lift my chin
Did I think poetry
would perfect me?
A traveler
who is simply aided
by the sound and shape
of words
I stumble toward you
-lisa, 17 December, 2013
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